#all he cares about are his taters

[rcmclachlan]

I love how it appears that Tommy is the grounded, well-adjusted foil to Buck's devil-may-care adrenaline junkie, but I also have to remind myself that Tommy was the guy who was asked to steal a helicopter and fly it into a category 5 hurricane on a hunch, and he was like, "yeah, cool, let's go."

Buck probably thinks Tommy's a rational, responsible adult, because he's so considerate and he owns a house and he's so methodical when he takes Buck apart in bed and he's got a 401k and a Roth IRA account. The helicopter heist flight was definitely an outlier.

But eventually he learns the truth: Tommy's batshit insane.

Like, they're hanging in bed one morning and Buck's on his phone trying to solve the math riddle Hen sent him, and he laments the loss of his lightning-enhanced skills. And Tommy, turning the page on the WWI biography he's reading, absently says, "At least you got them. All I got was 30% hearing loss in my left ear."

Buck slowly lowers his phone and demands an explanation, and Tommy, still focused on his book, tells him about when he was struck by lightning. Both times. The second time he was in the middle of a hoist and winch rescue trying to get to the captain of a sunk fishing boat in the middle of open ocean during a storm. Tommy holds his place in his book with his thumb and shows Buck the picture Lucy took of his Lichtenberg burn—it spans the entirety of his back and goes halfway down his arms. Buck stares at it, stunned, then takes the phone and book out of Tommy's hands, tosses them on the floor, and proceeds to suck Tommy's brain out through his dick.

The first time Buck goes to see Tommy at Harbor, Tommy is still en route back from a call, so Buck gets to talking to two people named Nico and Dana who've worked with Tommy since he arrived. Buck sheepishly apologizes for putting Tommy in such a dangerous position with the hurricane.

Nico and Dana look at each other and snort. Nico puts his hand on Buck's shoulder and is like, "Dude, that is not the craziest thing Kinard's ever done. That's not the craziest thing he's done this year."

They tell him about his legendary but batshit NATOPS check maneuvers and how no one's ever been able to figure out how he can do a barrel roll in low altitude in a transport bird.

They tell him about the time he and Donato were called to a high-rise gas explosion, and they casevac'd an unconscious, pregnant woman who ended up going into labor. Tommy got back there and, with the power of WikiHow on his side, delivered a healthy baby girl halfway to LA General.

They tell him about the time he sustained a concussion while landing a malfunctioning helicopter in the baseball field of a middle school, and yet somehow found the strength to host an impromptu AMA to three hundred kids about what being a pilot's like while he munched on tater tots and waited for a rescue.

They tell him about the time he was flying with a probie at night in an area with uncharted power lines that got tangled in the rotor, and how he slung the probie under his arm like a tote bag and dove out of the helicopter right before it exploded.

They tell him about the time Tommy and Nico were called to a cliffside mansion where some foreign dignitary's daughter was being held hostage. Tommy ended up HRSTing out of the helicopter and onto the scene, and then proceeded to beat the hell out of the guy, get himself stabbed, and give the SWAT team so much shit when they arrived that the 217 has an honorary table every year at the Backdraft Ball.

When Tommy finally shows up and disembarks, Dana's halfway through a story about the time they were all called to Shasta County to help with the Carr Fire in 2018, and as soon as Buck sees him over Dana's shoulder, he shouts, "You flew into a fire tornado?!"

Tommy's expression goes a little hunted and he holds up his hands placatingly, like, "In my defense, I tried to find another way around it—"

And Dana's like, "The fuck you did. You looked me dead in the eye and said, 'You know what would be funny?' And then you banked right into the whirl."

"It's not like you tried to stop me," Tommy says accusingly, ignoring the way the side of his head is starting to smoke from the intensity of Buck's stare.

"Well, no, you were right: it was funny," Dana says with a shrug.

That night, Buck rides Tommy slow and vicious and makes him recount every detail of the fire whirl flight before he'll let Tommy come, and the entire time he grips Tommy's head and forces him to hold Buck's gaze and thinks, I can't believe I ever thought you were normal. You're insane, you're out of your mind, you're perfect, you're perfect, you're perfect for me.

In the afterglow, practically humming with satisfaction, Buck bites playfully at Tommy's chest and says, "So this is what Lucy meant when she texted me that you and I match each other's crazy. Hell, after everything you've done, I think the only thing left to check off your list is, like, aliens."

And Tommy's entire body freezes and he falls very silent very suddenly. Buck lifts his head to stare at him, like, "You've gotta be kidding me."

"Evan, for legal reasons, I need you to change the subject."

[ddejavvu]

eddie brock is the og loser boyfriend and i can’t stop thinking about venom just like completely bullying him when he’s in a relationship like his partner is like this drop dead gorgeous person and eddie wears the same sweaty jacket all the time and eats frozen tater tots haha

"There are crumbs on your shirt." Venom observes, and when Eddie nods with a noncommittal grunt, he continues, "And it is not a shirt. It is a sweatshirt. A sweaty sweatshirt, Eddie. And you wore it yesterday."

"That I did," Eddie crams another handful of chips into his mouth, salted and straight from the bag. His attention remains solely on the television in front of him, and Venom's goopy form shakes its head.

"Y/N is coming over later." He reminds the human, watching with disdain as Eddie chokes slightly on his mouthful because of the way he's slouched in his seat. He swallows regardless, and when he speaks, his voice is gruff from the irritation in his throat.

"Yeah, she'll be here in a few minutes," Eddie nods, "Hey, do you think they fake this show? The drama, and all."

Venom has no interest in whether the trashy reality show that Eddie is so enraptured by is fake or not. He cares that you'll be here any minute now, and Eddie looks like a corpse that's been rotting for a few days.

When the doorbell rings, Eddie moves to get up. Crumbs begin raining onto the carpet and he groans as his lazy joints ache, so Venom shoves him back into place with a strong tentacle and uses another to stretch and open the door for you.

You're clearly expecting a person on the other side, but you're quick to recognize the tentacle you're met with instead. It wraps greedily around your waist and you place your hand over its sticky form, grinning as you're barely able to shut the door behind you before Venom yanks you over to the couch.

"Hi, baby," Eddie greets, tipping his head onto the back of the sofa to grin upside-down at you, "How are you?"

"Good," You lean down to kiss him upside down, and Venom is appalled that you're willing to put your lips on Eddie's crumb-coated ones.

"Sour cream and onion?" You guess, and you're rewarded with the near-empty bag of them that Eddie had been demolishing.

You settle happily onto the couch by Eddie's side with the chips in your hand, and when Venom begins to let go of you you hold his tentacle in place. The symbiote watches you silently for a moment, observing your behavior and thinking a whole host of unsavory thoughts about humans and their disgusting tendencies.

"I do not understand," Venom interrupts your gushy sentiments with Eddie about how terrible the acting is on so-called 'reality' shows, "Eddie is disgusting."

The man's nose wrinkles and you let out a scoff of a laugh.

"Thank you, Venom. That's very kind of you. Did you forget you're made of slime?"

"Slime does not sweat. And I do not have crumbs stuck all over me."

"Venom, being in a relationship with someone means that you need to be comfortable with them. We don't have to dress up all the time, Y/N knows what I look like in pajamas and I've seen her hair unbrushed in the morning."

Venom, too, recalls the rather impressive tangled mess of hair that you sport after a night of deep sleep.

"You do not mind that he smells?" Venom turns to you, his milky-white eyes blinking with a squelch.

"He's smelled worse," You give a half-shrug, only one of your shoulders moving as you squirm closer to Eddie beneath the blanket he's draped over you.

"You're both too good to me," Eddie grins, batting his lashes sarcastically, "Careful not to flatter me too much, don't want my head to get too big to fit in my helmet."

Venom regards Eddie for a moment, then thinks of the motorcycle helmet the man breathes into every day. It's repulsive.

"Your head is already abnormally large," Venom observes, settling into Eddie's shoulder opposite from you, "I will keep insulting you so that it does not get bigger. You are repulsive."

[nikethestatue]

About the Potatoes

We know that the antis are utterly obsessed with the potato scene. They hate it. They detest it. They call Elriels 'Angry potatoes'. They make fun of it. Nothing enrages them more than the potatoes.

Even right now, they are on Reddit, mocking 'oh, your foreshadowing is potatoes!' Haha

They hate potatoes so much, they discourage hapless newbies from reading the whole book. 'Dont read ACOFAS! it's unnecessary!'

Why?

Potatoes.

Why such potato-induced rage?

Because they know, that the potatoes symbolize the official start of the ROMANTIC relationship between Elain and Azriel.

Prior to that, they could've dismissed all the Elriel signs as 'unromantic'.

Sure he risked his life and the state of Prythian to rush and rescue Elain. He has a White Knight Syndrome and rescues everyone!

Sure he gave his mysterious Made dagger to the least qualified person instead of giving it, for example, to Cassian who probably could've used it.

Sure. None of this matters. Obviously.

But the potatoes. Oh, the darn taters. Because, crap, this one is a hard one to dismiss. Especially when after that, Miss Flower Girl is giving Azriel gifts that make him laugh joyously.

But there is something so intimate about the potato scene. "Sit, I'll take care of it."

I.

Not 'we'.

I will take care of it. Just like 'I" was going to get you back.

I will stop everyone from eating until you are seated.

I will make them wait for you.

I will not explain myself.

And I don't care that it's the High Lord's table. They will all wait. For you.

And she rushed away to make herself pretty. For him.

And when she returned, she was seated at the head of the table.

And no one argued. No one argued with Azriel.

And that's why they hate the potatoes. Because SJM spent so much time describing a small scene, which turned out to be so pivotal for her third couple.

[followsfrankiep]

Don't Worry About Her (Eddie Brock x Reader)

Summary: They always say, when a guy tells you not to worry about his girl best friend, you probably should. Izzy's wild and free-spirited nature has always contrasted with her best friend Eddie's quest for stability. Now that Eddie is engaged, he never expected Izzy to complicate things for both of them.

TW: Smut, Unprotected Sex, Explicit Words, Cheating, Minors DNI.

Word count: 5.8k

A/N: the word count just keeps getting bigger and bigger. I cant help it, sorry! Let me know if you guys are getting tired of them already 😂 pls leave a comment or reblog if u appreciate it. U guys have no idea how much that motivates me 😩 thanks and enjoy!!! 😘

Previous part: https://www.tumblr.com/followsfrankiep/776520908847398912/dont-worry-about-her-eddie-brock-x-reader

Part 3- Thankful Puppy Dog

Tater tots.

It was the only thing he found in their fridge—just a couple of bags of tater fucking tots.

Eddie scratched his head in frustration, already dreading the holiday rush he'd face later. Anne asked him to buy the groceries for the upcoming Thanksgiving since she has to go to a deposition that day. His fiancée had been working non-stop ever since their firm took on the Life Foundation, a pioneering organization in bio-engineering, as a client.

That meant he would be cooking for the both of them as well. She was barely home lately, and whenever she was, her stack of work always accompanied her. It didn't bother Eddie; in fact, he was thankful Anne was occupied. His guilt intensified whenever she looked him in the eyes.

Yes, guilt and everything else.

You'd think they would have stopped fooling around at the bar, that Eddie would have the decency to put his foot down and be a doting fiancé. Oh boy. Izzy had stayed a few more days in San Francisco, and while she was around, they resumed their secret, indecent encounters whenever they got the chance. But that was a couple of months ago. Who knows when she'll show up again and turn his peaceful world upside down?

Overcompensating had become Eddie's new bestfriend. Without his fuck buddy around, he could think straight and be the doting lover he was supposed to be. He did all sorts of domesticated things—cooking, cleaning, dishes, laundry, and of course, grocery shopping. He was the perfect, understanding fiancé in Anne's eyes. She couldn't ask for more—their apartment was spotless, free of any dirt that might come. Too clean, too good.

As Thanksgiving approached, Eddie found himself at the grocery store, navigating the aisles filled with holiday shoppers. While picking out ingredients for the upcoming feast, he unexpectedly bumped into Izzy's mom.

"Well, if it isn't Eddie Brock," she exclaimed with a warm smile. Mrs. Knight had always adored Eddie, treating him like her own son.

"Hello, Mrs. Knight. It's great to see you," Eddie replied, genuinely happy to run into her, giving her a quick and warm hug.

The older woman with can't help but to chat with him, expressing how proud she was of him, both as a person and a journalist. She had similar features with Izzy, especially when they smile, the corner of their eyes would wrinkle. She was a lovely woman, just like her daughter.

Mrs. Knight's face lit up with curiosity. "So, how's your fiancée, Anne? I heard you two are getting married soon."

Eddie smiled, feeling a pang of guilt for the recent events but genuinely appreciating her interest. "Anne's doing great, Mrs. Knight. We're really excited about the wedding."

Mrs. Knight's expression softened, a hint of sadness shadowing her eyes. She was genuinely happy for Eddie, truly. At least one of her children had found someone to share their life with. But she couldn't help but think of the "what ifs" and "could have beens" that lingered in her mind. "Anne is a very lucky girl..." she murmured, her voice trailing off as a sigh slipped from her lips.

"I know how much of a handful my daughter can be and how well you've always taken care of her as a friend," she continued, her voice soft and tender. "But I always hoped there might have been something more between you two." She offered him a gentle smile.

He thought about his complicated friendship-relationship, whatever you want to call it, with Izzy. How tiring and chaotic it was most of the time, but for years, it was worthwhile. He waited for her, loved her still, but the situation is different now. He loves Anne, that should be it. Forcing a smile, he answered.

"Izzy never really looked at me that way, Mrs. Knight. We're okay with just being friends."

What a liar.

"Well, Eddie, no matter what, you'll always be like family to us. I hope you know that." She said, and placed a comforting hand on his arm.

With a warm smile, Mrs. Knight added, "Why don't you and Anne join us for Thanksgiving dinner at our house? It would mean so much to us."

Eddie hesitated, he wanted to. The Knight household was basically his second home. But his thoughts immediately turning to Izzy. That woman would not care, and still cause trouble even if Anne was around.

"That sounds wonderful, Mrs. Knight. Do you think Izzy will be there?"

Mrs. Knight sighed, a knowing look in her eyes. "You know her—she's always been a free spirit. I can't say for sure if she'll be around. But regardless, we would love to have you there, son."

Izzy's parents had always treated Eddie like one of their own, and he was thankful for that considering he's never had an ideal parental situation at home. His mom died giving birth to him, and his dad often blamed him for it. Growing up, he resented the place he went to by the end of each day, and often call the Knight's as his home. On the other hand, as their only child, Izzy was the center of their world, and when Eddie came into her life, they were thrilled she had a constant companion and trusted friend. They welcomed him with open arms, embracing him as a part of their family.

He missed being around them, and felt a surge of gratitude and affection for the older lady. "Thank you. We'll be there," he said with a genuine smile, even as thoughts of Izzy lingered in the back of his mind.

Back home, he was relieved when Mrs. Knight invited him and Anne over for Thanksgiving dinner, saving him from all the holiday preparations. Luckily, Anne liked the idea when he asked her. They could just show up, enjoy dinner, and not worry about dishes. Besides, his best friend wouldn't be there anyway, so he was safe from temptations.

A day before Thanksgiving, Izzy suddenly sent him a text—a picture of several kinds of chocolates, followed by a message:

"Which one do you want?"

She rarely left him a message nor called him; it wasn't her thing. Even her social media account was an empty canvas. For someone who loved traveling and exploring, she certainly kept those adventures to herself. Whenever she did reach out, it was mostly about asking him what goodies he liked and buying them for him to take home.

Eddie smiled while replying to her message. She was always thoughtful and took pleasure in seeing him smile whenever she handed him a bag of treats.

"Surprise me, Iz."

Not long after that, she replied.

"Oh boo you."

He chuckled when he read her reply, knowing she hated vague answers— which was ironic, considering the status of their relationship. They hardly addressed what they were at this point. It was easier before when neither of them was in a committed relationship with another decent person. Izzy wasn't asking him to leave his fiancée, nor did she define their relationship. Again, that's just who they were. That quick exchange was powerful enough to keep him in a good mood through the rest of the night.

Man, the hold she has on him.

That was part of her charm, whether she knew that or not, her spontaneous message and thoughtful gestures made him feel both excited and seen as the same time. She was a lethal dose of dopamine and oxytocin, shooting his high from time to time, making it hard for him to resist.

They arrived late as opposed to the early dinner call time they both agreed to.

Eddie and Anne had just settled in, arriving at the Knight household, she got caught up with work again therefore causing delays. Suddenly, Izzy made her entrance, looking like she overslept during her afternoon nap, dressed in a matching lace lounge wear set, consisting of a tank top and shorts that showed off her belly button and long legs, she descended the stairs to check on the preparations. She had actually arrived that morning, fully aware that the couple would be coming over.

Anne, taken aback by Izzy's revealing attire, couldn't hide her surprise. Izzy, however, appeared completely unfazed, her confidence radiating as she greeted the couple with a kiss on each cheek.

"Oh, I didn't know you two were coming," she acted surprised.

She knew. Right after her mom met and invited Eddie at the store, the older lady was so excited to have them over, she couldn't wait to tell her daughter about it. For the sake of the old times, wanting to be with her 'kids' during this festive time, her mom bugged her to come home as well.

Eddie felt a familiar stirring beneath him as he took in Izzy's appearance, he was not mentally prepared to see her that day, more so to see her in that sexy pieces of fabric. He quickly tried to compose himself, careful to be seen drooling at the sight of his bestfriend by his fiancé. There was trouble brewing, and the thoughts running through his mind was another battle.

Isobel, this is a deliberate tease.

Anne, still a bit stunned, managed to smile and respond politely. "It's nice to see you, Izzy. You look... comfortable."

Her discomfort was visible. She couldn't help but feel uneasy seeing Izzy in such revealing clothing in front of her partner. The casual intimacy of Izzy's attire and demeanor made Anne question the nature of their friendship, invoking a sense of insecurity she couldn't quite shake. She tightened her grip on Eddie's arm, which sent him back to reality.

"Thanks, Anne. It's great to see you both. I'm just making sure everything's ready for dinner." Izzy grinned, her confidence intact.

As they all made their way to the kitchen, the delicious aroma of the cooking dishes filled the air. The warmth of the Knight household was felt, and Izzy's interactions with her parents highlighted just how sweet and caring she could be. Izzy's mom is an exceptional cook, bustling around the kitchen, preparing a feast they knew would be memorable. They decided to help with the finishing touches of the dishes, sharing stories as they worked.

Anne, still grappling with her discomfort, tried to focus on the hospitality given to them. She did not want to be that person to ruin a holiday just because she was uncomfortable. She looked at her fiancé, who has a smile plastered on his face, one she's never seen before. He was more relaxed, and at home.

Eddie couldn't help but share stories of the countless times he had spent at the their household. "I spent most of my time here growing up," he said, giving Anne a nostalgic smile. "Izzy and I would always find an excuse to stay for dinner."

Family dinners, holiday gatherings, and even casual weekend barbecues always had a place for Eddie. Mrs. Knight, in particular, had a soft spot for him, often slipping him extra servings of her food and listening intently to his stories as if he were her own son. Mr. Knight, with his warm chuckles and gentle advice, made Eddie feel like he truly belonged.

Izzy chuckled, adding, "Yeah, especially when Mom was making her famous lasagna. Eddie couldn't resist. He'd take more home as well!"

Anne listened and laughed, she felt herself relax, watching the natural camaraderie between them from her seat. The sight of Eddie and Izzy fussing over the older woman, helping her with whatever she needed, moving in sync proved this was not their first rodeo. For her, it was a new experience, and her second time meeting Eddie's best friend. She quickly saw where Izzy got her charms—her mother's warmth and kindness were clearly passed down.

Eddie's laughter filled the room as he teased Izzy. Her mom looked at them with a soft smile, both amused and exasperated.

"You two are supposed to be grown ups now," she said, shaking her head gently, "always making a mess of my kitchen. You're ruining the presentation of my dishes!"

Her scolding was gentle, more affectionate than reprimanding, and Anne could see the genuine love and affection within the family as her initial surprise at Izzy's attire began to fade. It was clear that their bond was built on deep-rooted care and connection. Anne felt satisfied seeing Eddie so happy around them, the joy radiating from his face as he engaged with Izzy and her family. The more she observed, the more she understood and appreciated the unique dynamics that made their friendship so special.

Meanwhile, behind that playful smile, Eddie found it increasingly difficult to keep his focus. His eyes secretly kept drifting to Izzy's shorts, and his mind raced with thoughts he knew he shouldn't entertain. He just wants to bend her over the kitchen counter and pound on her from behind. She was driving him crazy.

The Knight household was spacious enough for Izzy's mom to have a dedicated storage room for her finest collection of china. With a special holiday upon them and her children gathered, along with Anne as a special guest, it was the perfect occasion to bring out the treasured pieces. Mrs. Knight was eager to get to know the woman who had captured Eddie Brock's heart and, in the meantime, tasked her two kids to bring it out. As they made their way to the storage room, they navigated the small space with care, mindful of the delicate nature of the items they were handling.

Eddie's thoughts raced as he followed Izzy into the confined space. He was both surprised and thrilled to see her, but the unexpected encounter left him feeling slightly off balance. "You really caught me off guard today," he admitted, watching her move gracefully among the shelves.

"I thought you knew I'd be here when I asked which chocolate you'd like," Izzy turned to him with a playful grin.

He chuckled, shaking his head. "So with just, you know, a couple of texts, I should assume you're coming home?"

"Duh. For a smart man, you tend to be oblivious sometimes."

He wasn't oblivious. Izzy was just that vague and unpredictable. Eddie knew better than to make any assumptions about her plans.

As they continued to search through the china collection, the close quarters made their occasional brushes against each other more frequent. Each touch sent a jolt of electricity through Eddie, heightening the tension between them. He couldn't help but be drawn to her, the familiar pull of their connection growing stronger with each passing moment.

Izzy had always enjoyed surprising Eddie, and seeing his reaction today was no exception. For her, it wouldnt hurt if her best friend got teased and got shook up from time to time. It was her way into grounding him to the reality, as long as he is not married to Anne yet, she was not planning into halting her mischief anytime soon.

Still on their quest on finding the appropriate china, beneath the surface, unspoken emotions simmered. Eddie couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to Izzy's unexpected visit, a deeper reason behind her sudden appearance.

"I could've prepared," Eddie said, his voice softening, staring at her.

Izzy paused her search, turning to face him, her mind puzzled by his words. She leaned in closer, her breath warm against his ear. "Prepared for what?" she whispered, her voice barely audible.

Many things.

His heart raced as he met her gaze, the intensity of the moment leaving him breathless. He felt the weight of their shared history, the unspoken emotions that had always lingered between them. "Prepared for you," he thought, but he couldn't bring himself to say it out loud. It seemed like she understood anyway; he didn't need to say it. Silence would save them both from further complications in an already complex situation.

But she just had to ask...

"If you knew I'd be here, would you still come with Anne?"

She saw the hesitation in his eyes. Oh, Eddie.

He didn't want to hurt Anne, but he kept crawling back to the woman in front of him. "I don't know," he admitted honestly. "Maybe I would have tried to find a way to see you alone."

A puppy dog.

Whenever she saw him, he reminded her of a loyal puppy, always seeking his owner's love and attention. She knew Eddie would never blatantly ask her to kiss him or rekindle whatever physical intimacy they had, given his commitment to someone else. But she knew the longing in his eyes, the unspoken desire. So, she'd take the initiative, bridging the gap between them with a boldness he couldn't muster.

"Well, we're alone now..." she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Izzy took a step closer, her eyes locked onto his. She could see the conflict in his gaze, the unspoken desires swirling just beneath the surface. Slowly, her hands traveled to his chest, her fingers tracing up to the back of his neck. Eddie's breath hitched as she closed the distance between them.

"It's okay," she whispered repeatedly, her voice soothing. She nodded slightly, maintaining her gaze.

Eddie's eyes fluttered closed as their noses brushed softly against each other, he was going nuts again. Unable to verbalize what both of them are feeling that moment, but their hearts are pounding in unison. Izzy could feel his breath on her lips, and the moment seemed to stretch on forever.

"It's me, Eddie... Just me." Her fingers tracing circles at his nape, urging him to come closer.

Finally, she closed the remaining distance, her lips pressing against his in a kiss, starting out to be gentle. She was an angel with a sweet tasting set of plush red lips. Eddie's hands found their way to her her lower back, pulling her closer as he responded to her kiss. He savored the taste of her lips, the heat of her embrace, feeling his cock starting to solidifying underneath his pants.

They finally broke apart, breathless and dazed, the reality of their situation crashing down around them. Eddie's eyes darkened as he called her name, sounding desperate. "Izzy..."

Knowing what it meant, she whispered, her voice hinting concern, "Now?"

He nodded, his heart racing with anticipation and desire. This was her aphrodisiac, the thrill of knowing the people they were hiding their encounters from are just a thick wall away from them, and in that moment, they both knew they couldn't resist the pull any longer.

"Okay."

Say less.

He can't help it, he turned her to face the wall and stood behind her while bending her over, his hands gripped on her sides and started grinding on her ass. His fingers ran through the lace covering her cunt, it was warm and soaking wet, and played with her folds.

"Mmm.. Eddie..." Izzy faintly moaned, her hands holding unto the wooden cabinet.

"You're dripping, baby... I'll take care of you, huh?" Eddie said, smirking.

He needed to be inside her now. His thumb and index finger playing with her clit, and his other hand popped his cock out of his pants, pumping it as it leaks his pre cum. He swiftly pulled her lace shorts down, and hissed as he positioned the tip of his cock in her entrance. They never did it raw before, but the heat of the moment got the better of them, and they had to be quick before Anne looks for them.

"Iz, I'll just pull out, okay?" Eddie asked, his concern of doing her unprotected was evident.

Izzy nodded quickly and pleaded. "I need you inside, now."

He entered her slowly, pushing through her walls, sending him waves of pleasure. "Fuck, this feels good, Iz." Eddie groaned, his cock inside her, already pounding away, her pussy soaking wet for him. Izzy bit her lips preventing a moan to escape her lips but an occasional groan and gasps slips out from the both of them. His head fell back with his eyes closed while his hips snapping into her back and forth. They fucked all the time but with protection, always with a condom, and it was already amazing. But pounding inside her raw velvety walls was far different, so fucking good that he could himself about to explode earlier than he can usually last, but he has to hold it, ladies cums first.

"Kids? Did you find what you need in there?"

They heard her mom call out to them. It became more urgent. Izzy has her eyes closed, and lower lip bitten. She didn't want to answer her mom because Eddie was pounding in her deep, hitting her spot again and again, struggling to keep her moans. In a desperate attempt, she answered.

"Y-Yeah, mom... We'll be out in a few, just being.. careful here." Izzy panted, chiming back.

What they were doing right now was the opposite of careful.

The sight of her struggling and gasping for air turned him even more, Eddie's left hand reached for her breasts and kneaded on them, fiddling with her nipple, while his other hand rubbed circles on her clit, stimulating it even more. It was getting harder for her to avoid making sounds as she reaches her peak.

Izzy gulped down, with her eyes closed, feeling a knot in her stomach building.

"That feels so good, Eddie... oh god.. don't stop.. I'm close.."

Her voice calling his name was like the sweetest honey, dripping with warmth and melody. It was like hearing an angel whispering his name, tugging at his very core.

"I know baby... cum for me, alright?"

His pace quicken and he felt her clench around him, about to climax soon. He steadied himself again by placing both of his hands on each side of her hips, thrusting into her deeper and faster. Izzy arched her back, hips shaking as her orgasm culminated, with Eddie coming in close.

"Ohhh Yes.. yes.. yes.." her silent moans sent him over the edge, feeling his cock glazed with her warm liquid. Her voice had the power to unravel his desires further more.

"Iz... can't hold it anymore.." he panted, she feels too fucking good, he can't last long. He was looking around the small space where to put his load, but it was all plates, bowls and silverwear. "I can't cum inside you." his voice was nearly pleading and filled with urgency.

They didn't think it through.

"M-mouth." Izzy huffed, pulling herself away from him.

Good thing she did, or else he would've exploded inside her. His hand pumped his already lubricated cock as Izzy kneeled infront of him. Eddie brushed her hair away from her beautiful face, then grabbed her jaw, blowing his load insider her mouth, filling it with his thick hot seed. There was something about her untamed locks that added to her allure and her deep brown eyes staring back at him with her mouth opened wide, catching all his drippings.

"How can you be so beautiful and bad, huh?"

Eddie furrowed his eyes down at her, seeing her swallow his cum again, and giving him a playful smile after she did. She looked fucking sexy. He will never get tired of this.

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Thanksgiving was a time for gratitude and togetherness, and he wanted to honor the moment, despite the conflicting feelings swirling within him. As they gathered around the table, Eddie knew he had to keep his composure. He was just fucked up a few minutes ago. Izzy's parents and Anne were not even suspicious since they were fully engrossed on getting to know each other.

Mrs. Knight looked at her daughter's attire and couldn't help but speak up. "Izzy, honey, could you at least put on a jacket? It's Thanksgiving, after all."

Izzy rolled her eyes playfully, clearly not thrilled about the idea. "Do I have to, Mom? We're all family here."

Her mom gave her a gentle but firm look. "Yes, you do. We have guests, and it's only appropriate."

With a dramatic sigh, Izzy finally relented. "Fine, fine," she said, heading upstairs to grab a jacket.

Turning to Eddie and Anne, Mrs. Knight offered an apologetic smile. "I'm sorry about her, Anne. She's always had a liberated side. But Eddie, you've known her long enough to be used to it."

Eddie chuckled, scratching the back of his head, his mind momentarily reminded him of what he just saw. "Yeah, Mrs. Knight, I've seen it all."

He did. Not just seen—touched, licked, sucked, fucked, Eddie did it all. Just now, raw. They just don't know.

The dinner proceeded filled warmth and humor. Eddie couldn't help but compliment Mrs. Knight's cooking. "I'm so grateful to be back here. As always, the food is the best."

Anne nodded in agreement, smiling warmly. "I agree. I hope the food at our wedding will be as good as this."

The mention of the wedding sent shivers down Eddie's spine. He almost forgot he's bethroted to the blonde woman sitting next to him. He glanced at Izzy infront of him, trying to gauge her reaction. However, didn't seem fazed. She playfully raised her brows at him and took a big gulp of wine.

Eddie's heart pounded as he forced a smile, but Izzy remained calm and composed, her playful demeanor hiding any hint of the secret encounter they'd shared earlier.

"You know, Anne," Mrs. Knight began, "When these two were still little, Izzy would refuse to go anywhere without Eddie."

Izzy's dad chimed in eagerly, nodding his head, "It's true. Eddie was practically a fixture in this house. Our daughter needed a partner in crime, and Eddie fit the bill perfectly."

Her father was a retired veteran, a high-ranking one, and often deployed to different parts of the world. That's why she was able to live comfortably growing up. You might think that having a vet dad would make her disciplined and serious, but when you have a daughter as an only child, you tend to give her the world.

Her parents spoke about the time Izzy stole her dad's pickup truck and got caught driving without a license. They laughed, reminiscing about how Eddie had to come to the rescue and drive her home. That night was just one of many adventures they shared.

She had her mom's beauty and her dad's thirst for adventure.

Anne laughed, her earlier apprehensions with Izzy completely melting away. "It sounds like you two had quite the adventures."

As she listened to the stories, it dawned on her that Izzy was like family to Eddie, and there was nothing to worry about.

Or so she thought.

Out of the blue, she suddenly received a work call, requiring her to go home. She felt bad about leaving, especially since Izzy's parents yearned for Eddie, so she insisted he stay there and enjoy the evening, in which he reluctantly agrees.

"Don't worry! I'll drive him home!" Izzy chimed as Anne left.

When it was just the four of them, it felt like they went back in time. Eddie, Izzy, and her parents sat around the familiar dining table, the same one that had witnessed countless meals, laughter, and heartfelt conversations over the years.

He glanced at Izzy, looking as radiant as ever, her eyes sparkling with the same adventurous spirit that had drawn him to her in the first place. He loves Anne, but what he felt for his best friend was different.

For a few precious hours, it was as if nothing had changed.

As the night drew to a close, Izzy turned to her mom with a heartfelt smile. "Thanks for the amazing dinner, Mom," she said, leaning in to kiss her on the cheek.

Eddie watched the tender moment, his heart warmed by the sight of Izzy with her family. Despite her unpredictable nature, Izzy had always been loving and caring, especially when it came to those she held dear. They volunteered to clean up, just like the old times.

Izzy's dad, still a bit groggy from his earlier nap, stretched and gave a satisfied sigh. "I think it's time for us old folks to head to bed," he said with a chuckle. "You kids enjoy the rest of your evening."

Her mom nodded in agreement, giving Eddie a warm smile. "It was wonderful having you here, Eddie. Don't be a stranger, alright?"

Eddie nodded, feeling a deep sense of gratitude. "Thank you, Mrs. Knight. It was great to be here."

Her parents retreated to their room, leaving Eddie and Izzy alone to clean up after dinner. Eddie stood at the sink, washing dishes, while Izzy dried them and placed them back in the cabinets. The room was quiet, save for the sound of running water and the clinking of dishes.

Focusing on the task at hand, Izzy broke the silence. "My mom really likes Anne," she said, her tone neutral.

"Yeah, she does," Eddie agreed, nodding.

Izzy's words hung in the air, and Eddie found himself glancing at her out of the corner of his eye. Her face was composed, it was always hard for Eddie to read the depth of Izzy's emotions. Her voice was steady, but there was a subtle tension in her movements that he couldn't quite decipher.

The way her fingers lingered on the dishes, the brief moments when her eyes would meet his and then quickly look away. Each gesture seemed loaded with meaning, but he struggled to grasp what she truly felt. It was as if there was an invisible barrier between them, one that prevented him from fully understanding the emotions swirling inside her.

An awkward silence filled the air, both have a lot of things in mind, especially him. Eddie hesitated, then asked, "Do you like Anne too?"

He studied Izzy's facial expression, searching for any hint of her true feelings. She smiled, but it was one that didn't reach her eyes. "I have no complaints," she replied vaguely, turning back to dry another plate.

Eddie's heart ached at her response, knowing there was so much left unsaid. What would he do if he knew she didn't like her or whatever she truly felt towards his fiancé? What difference would it make? Her calm exterior left Eddie to wonder what might have been if things were different.

He was dying to ask her, to provide clarity and understand her better, but he knew that doing so would only complicate things further.

As they continued cleaning up, Izzy asked, "Have you and Anne picked a final date for the wedding yet?"

Eddie hesitated for a moment before answering. "Anne has been very busy lately, so we haven't discussed it yet."

She hummed in response, her expression thoughtful. It was evident that something was going through her mind, but she didn't dare to elaborate.

They finished cleaning and nothing else more to do, Izzy reached her hand out to Eddie, with her usual playful smile on her lips.

"How many have you got?"

Eddie chuckled, understanding her playful challenge. He reached into his pocket and pulled out his wallet, extracting two packets of rubber. Handing them to her while shaking his head, he couldn't help but laugh at her antics. She had a knack for diffusing awkward situations and, fortunately for him, this was one of her ways.

"Come on," Izzy whispered with a mischievous glint in her eye. "Let's head upstairs."

She took his hand, her light-hearted giggle echoing through the hallway as she led him towards the staircase. Eddie followed, his gaze fixed on her, captivated by the way she effortlessly reeled him in. The way she moved, the infectious joy she radiated, made his heart flutter with anticipation. As they made their way to her room, a smile played on his lips as she locked the door behind him. With Izzy, every moment felt like a new adventure waiting to unfold.

It was a long marathon-like night. The two packets were used much to their content.

They are quietly lying side by side, wrapped in each other's arms. Suddenly, a loud snore echoed through the house—it was Izzy's dad, sound asleep. The unexpected noise made them burst into laughter. Eddie felt a deep sense of comfort, as if he had come home. Everything felt right tonight.

With his arm around Izzy's waist, he drew her closer. She looked at him with a warm smile, gazing into each other's eyes, the world around them fading away. Slowly, he leaned in, his lips meeting hers.

Eddie's mind spun with regret and longing. He couldn't help but wonder if waiting for Izzy would have changed things. The thrill-seeking nature of hers was always at odds with the idea of settling down. Her life, though comfortable and stable, was always a search for excitement.

She brushed his hair back, a touch that made his heart beat faster. "I promised Anne I'd drive you home," she murmured softly, giving him a soft smile, her words filled with a sense of duty.

However, didn't want to leave her side, feeling he'd be stupid to let go of this beautiful dove to fly away again, not knowing when she'll return. Instead of answering, he leaned in and kissed her again, moving on top of her, letting his emotions guide his actions. Without any warning, Eddie placed a gentle kiss on her neck, leaving a small mark as Izzy gasped softly, her eyes meeting his with a mixture of surprise and affection.

Eddie walked into their apartment, exhaustion etched on his face. The weight of the evening's events clung to him like a shadow. He placed his keys on the kitchen counter, along with the box of chocolates, and let out a deep sigh, feeling both the fatigue and the guilt that gnawed at him. Seeing Anne after the long night he'd had with Izzy's family only intensified his internal conflict.

Anne looked up from her spot on the couch, her eyes filled with curiosity. "How did it go?" she asked gently, rising to meet him.

He mustered a tired smile. "It was nice... Izzy's parents were happy to see me."

She wrapped her arms around him in a comforting embrace. "I'm glad to hear that. I'm sorry for going home earlier than expected. I feel really bad. I know they mean a lot to you."

"Yeah, they do. I needed... that."

As they stood there, holding each other, Eddie's mind began to revert to the woman with non-existent wings, recalling the evening they shared—her laughter, the stories, their tender moments. He couldn't resist the feeling of being constantly drawn to her and longed for their next adventure.

Anne's voice brought him back to the present. "You look tired. Let's get you to bed."

Eddie nodded with yet another faint smile, grateful for her understanding. As they made their way to the bedroom, he cherished the moments with Anne, but his mind remained tethered to his best friend.

He wondered when he'd see his sweet, sweet cravings again.

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[inubaki]

Taking What’s His

-Chapter 2

-warning for Adams x Lucifer smut-

-commissioned art by @sir-tater-of-the-tot and story by @libby-for-life! A gift for myself. -the bonus comic picture that tater made inspired by this. It’s so good, I still have to add it. Please check them out!!

Not gonna lie. I’m spoiling myself a bit.

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"W-what...what do you mean no?" Lucifer stuttered out, not quite believing what he was hearing. Adam looked down at him with an unreadable expression before shrugging, as if indifferent.

"I said what I said. We're done. It was fun while it lasted but you had to know that this was never permanent, right?" Lucifer could only stare at Adam with wide eyes, refusing to let the tears fall. "I mean, you're just a side piece."

Side piece...that's what Lucifer was reduced to? But...wasn't he being good? Doing everything Adam wanted? Why he was throwing him away?! He could fix it!

"I can fix it, Adam! Please!" Lucifer begged, falling to his knees. "Just tell me what I did—"

"You can't fix it, dumbass." Adam said with a roll of his eyes. "Look, my new wife will be back soon and I don't want her to see...this." He gestured towards Lucifer's whole body with a grimace making him flinch. "Just go." And Adam walked away, leaving Lucifer to cry by himself.

This couldn't be happening! Lucifer...was being replaced?! By a new wife?! A deep throated growl left Lucifer's throat, his once blue eyes bleeding into red permanently. His claws got larger as he clawed the ground in anger and his sharp teeth grinded together as they got larger and sharper.

His horns ripped out of his skin, blood pouring down as they grew into full height. His wings were the only thing left of his angelic appearance, though even that was mixed with red feathers amongst the blue. Lucifer didn't care though. He was far too angry. At Adam for leaving but most at this new...human who has come into the picture.

Who did she think she was?

He turned towards the direction of voices. Times to see what the fuss was all about. 

Lucifer spied on them for days, his anger and bitterness growing by the day. It was his new wife, Eve, that was in the way...Lucifer glared at her coldly. What if she was getting what Lucifer had? What if she was getting that pleasure that should have only been reserved for him? His teeth grinded together in his anger once more. He hadn't seen his reflection in a while so he hadn't noticed that his teeth were now dangerously sharp.

She needed to leave. Now. Tricking her was easy. He simply gave her the fruit and told her that she would know so many things with it. The same deal he had once been so eager to dazzle Adam with, he now used to entrap. Unlike Adam, Eve greedily ate the whole thing and Lucifer watched as she slowly realized what she had done.

Lucifer slipped away, knowing that Adam would no longer be with her and that the Archangel could swoop in and take her place.

He should have thought it out better. Should have come up with a different plan because then Heaven got involved making everything so much harder.

The Elders had said, "For your disobedience and your reckless behavior, you will be banished to the darkness you created." Lucifer's eyes widened. That meant...he would never see Adam again. He would never again get that feeling he craved with the First Man. He couldn't let that happen.

XxX

Adam stood amongst the host of angels, the radiant light of their wings creating a halo effect around him, yet he felt an unsettling tension within. He had hoped that the scene unfolding before him would evoke a sense of inspiration or, at the very least, a familiar indifference. However, everything felt different this time.

Before him stood Lucifer, once the embodiment of purity and celestial brilliance, now marred and twisted beyond recognition. In Adam's memory, he could easily bring to mind the angel who had once soared through the heavens, filled with joy and light. But now, Lucifer was neither the angel he once was nor the devil Adam had come to associate him with. Instead, he lingered in a shadowy limbo, exuding an aura of bitterness and resentment. The familiar spark of mischief in his eyes had been replaced with a cold, piercing glare, one that seemed to hold a weighty accusation. 

Lucifer didn't cry or plead as he once had, desperate for understanding or forgiveness. Instead, he stood there, a bitter smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth, gazing at Adam with a look that was almost akin to betrayal. The air between them felt thick and charged, as if the very atmosphere knew the history they shared—both beautiful and tragic.

Eve, standing beside Adam, was a stark contrast to the chaos swirling around them. She cast wary glances at Lucifer, her expression a mixture of concern and confusion. It was almost unsettling to witness her normally composed demeanor disrupted; Lilith, too, was visibly shaken, her usually confident posture faltering. The sight of Lucifer seemed to rattle her, sending ripples of discomfort through her strong exterior.

In that moment, Adam should have felt safe, surrounded by his kin and sheltered by their divine presence. Yet, an unsettling feeling gnawed at him, an awareness that the fragile peace they had once known was slipping through their fingers. The bond that had once unified them now felt brittle, threatened by the weight of betrayal and the remnants of a friendship that had transformed into something dark and complicated.

The atmosphere was thick with tension as the celestial beings observed the unfolding drama, their ethereal forms shimmering with anticipation. Lucifer, the Morning Star, was surrounded by an aura of chaos, his presence a stark contrast to the serene beauty of Eden. His gaze fell upon Adam, who was now acutely aware of the weight of temptation and sin lingering in the air, a testament to the treacherous legacy left by his fallen counterpart. Unlike the fateful narrative of old, Adam had never succumbed to the allure of the forbidden apple this time; Eve had not whispered sweet seductions into his ear, and the fragile balance of their existence remained unshattered—at least for the moment.

Yet, as Adam stood there, drenched in sweat and anxiety, an undeniable foreboding crept upon him. Every instinct screamed that upheaval was imminent. He clung to the hope that the tempestuous storm brewing around him would soon pass, that Lucifer’s wrath would not destroy the fragile peace they still held. He envisioned a future where Lucifer and Lilith would tumble from grace, where Eve would be cast out into the unknown, and Eden would return to its idyllic state, untouched and pure.

Unbeknownst to Adam, the winds of fate were shifting. When Lucifer learned of Adam's unexpected freedom from corruption—a purity that eluded even the mightiest of temptations—his reaction was perplexing. The scowl on his face, once a mask of all-consuming rage, began to fracture. Beneath the anger lay a glimmer of something deeper: a poignant sadness mingled with self-realization, all made raw by a primal instinct that clawed at his very being. 

Just then, the ground beneath them shuddered ominously, morphing into a quicksand of molten despair that threatened to engulf them all. In a heart-stopping instant, Lucifer lunged forward, seizing Lilith with fierce desperation before launching himself at Adam. He pushed Lilith away, sending her tumbling toward Eve, as he gripped Adam with a relentless death grip. The spears of judgment that flew toward him held no terror; he cared not for their piercing intent in this moment of primal urgency.

As the blazing earth caved in beneath their feet, it was as if all of Hell had opened up to swallow them whole, drawing them down into a maelstrom of chaos and sorrow. The air was filled with the cacophony of their struggles, the fierce clashing of intentions, and the chilling echoes of lost hope. The last thing that reverberated in the minds of those left above was the haunting sound of Lucifer’s laughter—sobbing and maniacal, it echoed through the chaos, a haunting reminder of despair, resilience, and the thin line between salvation and ruin.

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🫣🍑Private Dancer🍑🫣

Or: You discover another half to the secret you thought you were keeping

Fontaine x blackfemreader

Warnings: MINORS DNI, cursing, use of the n-word, mentions of smoking/weed, P-in-V, mentions of insecurity, long fic

Truth was, you were a secret shaker.

A tentative twerker. An apprehensive ass-thrower. Your waist whined when being perceived directly and not in a good way. Not only did you decline to throw ass in public, you will also turn away any offers to catch it.

When you were alone, though...

You learned chorography to your favorite sounds, bounced around your living room as you folded clothes. Recorded dance challenges and deleted them a few hours later. You were your very own Stallion behind closed doors.

It took only a handful of awkward encounters and an asshole ex-boyfriend suggesting you 'stand to the side' for you to be determined to find your rhythm.

Looking up tips online and went to any beginner's classes you could find in the area. Ballroom, salsa, the pole--it all helped you understand your body outside of what it looked like. It was about what you trained it to do, what you wanted it to do.

Investing in a really good floor length mirror was the last puzzle piece you needed to really find your beat. From there on, you and the mirror were lovers.

Only your small circle of friends knew. That was thanks to enough years of trust and tequila, leading to wild nights at house parties with the radio cranked high.

You eventually learned that it was nothing to be ashamed of. It's not like it kept you away from fun or being included in the antics. If you went out with the ladies, you hyped them and kept a cute lil' two step. You held the title of Camerawoman with pride and your background cackles were famous in the group chat.

The booty wouldn't boogie with anyone else around and it's been that way for years.

It was your own little secret. No one had to know everything and you babbled enough as it was. If anyone cared to stare hard enough to a deserted, dark corner of the house--then maybe they could catch a glimpse.

The sway-snap of your hips, falling beautifully with every beat that you heard. How your hair gleamed, the way your smile swelled with the change of the songs.

Your entire body sang a song.

At least, that's what Fontaine thought when he first spotted you.

Of course you never knew he saw you. Even after the reciprocated confessions and hot-n-heavy honeymoon phase, you thought you went unseen.

Fontaine took your secret for his own, delighting in your shadow shows on the rare occasions you came out to play.

Fontaine could wait and if you had to feel alone to feel secure, then so be it. He used his admiration and desire to touch you, to be a proper witness.

Just being near you was more then enough, it would have been ungrateful to be so greedy.

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You screamed when you saw him standing there.

The earbuds went off into the wilds of the kitchen, one skittering beneath the fridge.

Fontaine's eyes were popped wide but didn't seem remorseful for scaring your soul to the heavens.

"I thought you heard me when I came in." Fontaine hung up his keys before going in search of your earbuds. You watched after him, mortified.

You were just really into organizing the lower pantry. Lost in shaking your ass with one hand braced on the red potatoes and the other searching for the brown potatoes to put them back in their proper spot.

When you turned to grab the few 'taters that eacaped, you saw your man standing a few feet away from you with his arms crossed and head tilted.

How long has he been here?

Oh god, you have never danced for him. You have never danced in front of him--you weren't even serious. There wasn't a problem with you shimmying to the beat in his lap at a function or waving from your hips up while riding in the car to some jams.

This was different.

"Hey, hey--whatcha curling up for? C'mon now, I already know you can move."

"It-- that, um, I-I'm not that good, so, y'know..."

Fontaine pocketed your traumatized earbuds and kissed your hands until you inched them away enough for him to see your worried gaze. He tutted quietly, taking your hands into his and kissing your knuckles.

"What matters to me is what makes you feel good, baby." His voice rolled into a purr as he continued, "Lucky me that you look so fine when you do."

You wriggled as your shyness battled against the excitement of having Fontaine looking at you the way he was.

"So I don't look.... awkward? Do I have enough stuff to make it look good?"

"Wasn't nothing awkward 'bout how you were throwin' that, trust me."

Fontaine's hands went down and grabbed two handfuls of your ass. His palms were warm and wide as he kneaded, bringing you even closer to him as you went to your tiptoes. He hooked his chin over your shoulder with a happy little hum, distracted by you but only for only a moment more.

"Hold up, whatchu mean by 'enough stuff' ?"

You shrugged and decided not to answer. The truth of past insecurities felt redundant and you rather liked the way Fontaine was making you feel at the moment.

Fontaine grunted, giving you another squeeze before pulling back a bit to look into you square in the eyes.

"Look here-- I'm in love with all this right here, so I'm rockin' with you regardless of what you can make it do. Don't matter if you think you ain't got enough, shit, it's enough fo', me. Understand?"

His words worked out the few kinks in your heart, aches you grown used to and ignored when they flared. You nodded more confidently and only then did Fontaine lighten his hold on you, nodding back.

No telling how long Fontaine was standing there and if you never turned around-- you would have been none the wiser. How many times has he been there? Letting you have yourself, taking only a moment for himself as he had that smile on his face.

It was the same smile he had when he took away the shea butter to rub you down himself. Or similar to the smirk on his face when following after you to the bedroom after you talked a bit too much shit.

Your shoulders dropped as you fully relaxed into his hold. The burning embarrassment in your stomach churned into smooth, seamless and leaving you suddenly eager.

"So, tell me what a nigga gotta do to get a private dance from yo' pretty self?"

His hands helped themselves to another handful, this time spreading to touch between your legs. There was promise in his eyes and you knew you only needed to say yes.

You twist away from him enough to pluck your phone from the counter, sliding through a few songs before settling on something with drums and bass. The speakers pulsed and you began backing Fontaine out of the kitchen and into the living room.

He let you push him to sit in the recliner and he made an appreciative sound at the way you leaned in, pressing a kiss to his lips. It evolved, going deeper until you pulled away with a protesting noise from Fontaine.

"That's the only touching you gonna get from me right now."

"Oh, word?"

"You're going to distract me enough as it is." You said, stepping away from him and stretching your arms over your head.

"Bold as hell to call me a distraction." Fontaine's brows rose as he leaned back to make himself comfortable, "Lookin' at me with them eyes..."

His eyes hooked onto your hips. You stretched, teasingly bending over and holding onto your ankles as you gave a cute lil' shake, looking over your shoulder coyly .

"What can I use to look if it ain't my eyes?" You asked, "How am I supposed to see you?"

"Don't worry 'bout what you see back here, act like a nigga ain't even here."

"Oh, that's impossible now. You still make me feel so shy..."

Fontaine snorted and your gave a giddy smile in return.

What you wore was actually perfect. Tiny shorts and cami, perfect for when you were bounding around to clean house. Just what you needed for you to do a little Bend n' Snap for your man.

The music changed and you looked over at him in surprise, he held your phone but watched you with a mischief. Reaching for the little, polka dotted stash jar you left on the coffee table to pull out a blunt to wag at you.

"Go on, show me what you got fo' me."

Waiting until he fired up, you sauntered closer and tied up the front of your already teeny tank. Fontaine's eyes honed in to your nipples, distracted as he took a drag. When his fingers crooked, you leaned in enough and pursed your lips.

Fontaine blew a strong stream that you breathed in and held. You held as long as you could before releasing the smoke a final time into the air.

Fontaine's blunts were no-nonsense, where he still rolled with leaves rather than the papers you preferred. It felt like a straight shot to the head, the smoke lifting all the chatter in your mind to leave you swirling in electric eagerness.

Without further ado, you showed him what you could do.

Your hands braced on your knees, clasped above your head, went down to touch your toes. You rolled your stomach and snapped your hips mouthing the words to Fontaine as you fully felt yourself. You extended your arms and tried to be as dramatically sexy as possible. Touching all of Fontaine's favorite places yourself, pushing up your breast and skimming your hand between your legs for him to see.

Fontaine was a chaotic DJ as he flipped through your playlist. He went from instrumentals filled with nothing but baselines and adlibs, to Glorilla to Megan Thee Stallion to Trina. Whistling at every peek of cheek and nip, calling out to see the 'pretty lady' when you coyly fanned your legs at him from the floor.

When you got down on your hands and knees, you felt a smack against your cheeks hard enough to snap your illusion. You leaned onto your forearms, ass up in the air, and broke into laughter as more bills rained down. It was like a confetti canon was let off or someone hit the Golden Button for you.

"That felt personal." You said over your shoulder at where Fontaine sent another fan of bills into the air, "You tryin' to tell me something?"

"Yeah--to bring that ass over here so I can get my hands on you," Fontaine patted his thigh, "Thought this was gonna be a lap dance..."

"Private does not mean lap." You sniffed. Honestly, you weren't sure because you've never been to a strip club but with the way he was throwing bills--the living room was cosplaying as a VIP section at King of Diamonds.

You took your time in coming closer, wondering if you could skip on singles before Fontaine snatched you right up when you were close enough.

"This is too much! When did you even have time to take out all these damn dollars?"

"I been waiting on this, baby. Shit, I woulda threw gold if it ain't' hurt..."

You laughed and looked around at the singles carpeting your floor in disbelief, it's like you had a new rug installed! There were dollars all overt the coffee table and even some fluttered over to coat the entertainment center. Was there a dollar up in the light fixture? Was that a fire hazard?

Fontaine's teeth nipped at your earlobe, turning your next remark into soft moan. His hand ran up to cup your neck, breathing you in with a hungry hum.

His voice was all smoke and honey, "This is all well an' good, but I think I'm feeling a certain type of way..."

"Is it the horny way?"

Your cheekiness got you mean little pinch to your sensitive nipples. Jolting only pushed you closer to his greedy hands. It was his turn to touch. He plucked and twisted your nipples, making you mewl and melt into his touch. You ground down into his lap where you felt he needed you most, making him sigh into your ear.

"Gonna be the death of me, ain't ya?" Fontaine husked, "Here lies 'Taine, bust so hard he went on to glory. He leaves everything to his pretty-booty havin' lady."

"What if I promise to shake somethin' on your grave, would that be better--no biting!"

Fontaine growled something into the mouthful of shoulder he had, shaking his head gently and making you squeal and scrunch up to try and escape.

Still warm from being in the spotlight of Fontaine's attention and the pulsing music, your head swam with delight. It felt like victory. You turned and kissed at the side of his face before your lips met.

Allowing yourself to be admired and seen was like nothing else. Fontaine has always shown nothing but devotion to you but you still felt like he was...just being nice. You were holding yourself back from assumed disappointment but this whole time he's been waiting on you.

Talk about blocking your blessings...

When your grinding became more insistent, Fontaine leaned back with his lip caught between his teeth.

"That's what I'm talkin' about. Show me how you feel."

You looked over you shoulder, holding his hands against your breast as you rode in his lap. Fontaine hissed, one of his hands quickly escaped to clasp around your hips to grind up into you.

Leaning forward enough on your hands, your delicates went directly in his face as you tugged at his pant leg pointedly. Fontaine ignored your impatience and ran a hand over you, from between your shoulders down to the backs of your thighs.

You could hear him popping the button on his jeans and the rattle of his belt.

"How bad you want it, pretty?"

"Bad, real bad."

"'Do anything fo' it' bad?"

" 'Let you do anything to me' bad."

It happened fast after that, Fontaine righted you in his lap enough for him to press into your pussy. The stretch dropped your mouth open and Fontaine groaned at how wet you already were.

LOW started and you bounced to the beat, grinning dopily up at the ceiling at the feel of him hitting all your good spots. Your shorts provided a wonderful friction against your clit from how Fontaine shoved the fabric aside to let himself in.

It felt so naughty. To fuck on Fontaine like you were starved for him to the music rattling your walls. The thrill twisted with desire in your stomach, hurtling you faster and faster to your peek.

Suddenly more bills rained down and paired with Fontaine's laugh, more lust than amusement--it pushed you over the edge.

"That's it, I feel you, g'on and get yo' shit. Can't believe yo' pretty ass was shy..."

Fontaine took over. A bruising grip onto your hips, tipped you back into his chest as he thrust up into you in earnest.

"Puttin' that shit on me heavy, acting like you don't know what you do to me." Fontaine found a few singles that were being crumpled between you and pressed them to your dewy, lower back.

"Shieet, looks better than money. Wish you can see as much as yo' ass feel it, fuck." He gave your ass slap, you called out as you came. It felt like fire shot through you, leaving you reaching for any bit of him to clutch.

Between the music still going and Fontaine handling you so well, the sensations left you gasping. Legs burning and head filled with needy thoughts, you protested when Fontaine stopped your bouncing and maneuvered you until he slid free.

"Oh, show ain't over yet--you feel me?"

You did. Fontaine was heavy and hot where he tapped all over your ass, leaving kisses of wet spots. It filled you with a flash of pride or maybe even possessiveness. Craining your neck, you did you best to get a glimpse but Fontaine hand cupped your neck licked the shell of your ear.

"Yeah, that's you gettin' all over me. Tryna make me messy just how you like it, huh?"

He hissed when you writhed in his lap, ghost riding his dick until he gave you a little push to stand. Your mouth dropped open to whine but Fontaine turned you towards the middle of the room.

"Show me how you want it."

Fontaine held himself tight at the base, his lips lax enough for his gold to wink in the lamp light.

As gracefully as you could--you went down onto your knees before lying back to put your legs in the air. You rolled over in the blanket of dollars, wriggling down your shorts to one ankle until you could flick them away.

Fontaine grinned down at you, kneeling to slot his palm into the arch of your foot, his other hand stroking himself.

He hooked one of your legs over his shoulder, eyes fixed to where his dick bumped against your mound.

"Prettiest thing touchin' soil and you think it ain't enough..."

Fontaine moved your other thigh to the side around his hip, leaving you spread completely. You were still working, still giving him a show, but you couldn't bear to keep your hands off of him.

When you hand ran under his shirt, Fontaine tugged it over his head swiftly and much to your delight. The sight of his broad chest and delicious skin made you all the more impatient.

"Hurry up, Mr. Lapdance--the show ends when the music does."

Fontaine's eyes flashed.

"You lucky we ain't meet like that. D'you wanna know what I would do if you showed out like that on a pole?

The image formed in your mind was electric. Pretending to be a little Stallion and running into a hungry handed, greedy eyed Fontaine in low strobe lights.

Not knowing just what he had in store for you as you led him to the privacy booths--intent on earning his attention.

When you licked your lips, Fontaine groaned softly, you smiled at him.

What's another little secret?

"I did take a few classes, if you ever wanna see ahn--!"

Pressing into your heat, Fontaine grumbled something about Home Depot.

"Shouldn't have told me that, now I gotta put a stage in here somewhere in this bitch..."

Drunk on pleasure, you could only cry out as Fontaine chased his thoughts out loud. The change in position, with him looming above you muttering filthy promises--it was too much for you.

"O-Oh fuck, 'Taine!"

He froze to watch your eyes roll close as you shook apart beneath him with a sob. Fontaine lowered himself to bracket you between his forearms to kiss you, swallowing your moans. His hips snapped, lost rhythm and then he was coming with satisfied growl.

That was it. You were dead. Your very soul leaked onto his thighs and the carpet below.

'Here lies me, twerked too close to the sun...'

Fontaine releases a heavy, satisfied hum into your ear as he finally collapsed onto you. It should have been stifling and your knew your legs would be useless for the next while, but all you could do was grin at the feel of the dollar bill stuck to his shoulder.

What a way to go....

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When the playlist finally ended, the silence found you both covered in sweat and dollar bills. Fontaine rubbed a loc of your hair between his fingers and you rested your eyes--head on his shoulder. Your hand wandering aimlessly across his chest as you began to doze.

He tugged gently to get your attention, "Want you to do me a favor."

"Mn. If it involves moving, you gotta pay me."

Fontaine snorted and flicked away the bill stuck to the thigh you've strewn across him. You shrugged a shoulder with a lifted brow, you got me there.

He continued, "If you can help it...I'd like for you not to hide from me anymore."

The change in his tone had you searching for his gaze and of course it was already on you. Fontaine took your hand in his, turning yours until he held it in his open palm.

"I...okay. I can do that for you."

You weren't ready to talk about the past and trying to make sense of your complicated feelings of being perceived. Something told you that it wasn't the time, maybe it was you hiding again, but at least Fontaine took your words earnestly.

He kissed your hand once, twice before leaning his head back and closing his eyes as he went back to playing with your locs.

"Good..and no more watchin' Baddies. Watching them girls fucks wit' your disposition," Fontaine reached for a handful of bills to sprinkle all over you, "You wanna be a Stallion? Lemme know and I'll give you a ride."

"Oouf you are terrible." You hid your face into his neck, "But once my legs come back online, you're in trouble."

Fontaine patted your ass, "Can't threaten me with good troubles, baby."

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ending notes: thank you so much for reading! It's a long one but the idea wouldn't leave me alone! Might need some tweaking and editing since it's another Before Work Drop lmao! Please tell me what you think and what other things I should try, don't be shy! Comment and reblog please! 💕🥰💜

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[aruanimess]

any aruani fic recs that you are your favorite?

Hello, anon!

So I've made a couple of posts in the past about this, but perhaps it's time to make a more comprehensive list. Sadly, the list of my favorites hasn't been expanded that much in the past year bc life has been kicking my ass since I haven't had much time for reading while also working on my own writing. But here goes.

Starting with the one-shots because they often get ignored:

Silhouettes by Jelly

Reincarnation AU. Armin spirals into madness as he tries to remember his past life, with Annie at the center of it all. Beautiful and concise, it'll have you sobbing on the floor.

Graffiti Love by brandymallory

Reincarnation AU. Armin and Annie are graffiti artists communicating with each other via murals. The understated, shimmering longing paired with the coolness of the street art scene is something else.

A Fistful of Latent Images by @aquietjune

Post-Canon Fort Salta fic. Armin and Annie navigate their relationship amidst the chaos of a post-apocalyptic world. Extremely well-written with great pacing, it captures the dissonance of normality after absolute devastation perfectly.

Look! by @lucaaazd

Modern AU. Kid Annie, still reeling from the loss of her father and subsequent adoption into her best friend's family, rescues Armin from his bullies. Grief and trauma mixed with the innocence of youth, its haunting carefreeness will fill you with an odd sense of optimism.

a crash course in curve lifts by @corner-stories

Modern AU, ice-skating. Armin and Annie, athletes who usually compete individually, train to perform a Pair routine for a gala (hopefully I got the lingo right). The commitment these two show to each other and their craft is absolutely heartwarming.

Now the multichapter fics:

A warrior in name, A traitor in game by @diam-etrical

Inspired by The Hunger Games. EMA in Marley. Set in a universe where the Warrior candidates have to fight to the death in an arena to get their titans. This will have you at the edge of your seat for sure. Also the character dynamics are expertly crafted.

Cigarette Duet by @darcycrow

Modern AU, set in Istanbul. Armin is a transfer student and new in town, he and Annie share a smoking spot in the schoolyard and bond over their existential dread, love of cats and weird relationship to intimacy. I'm here for the dry wit, the psychoanalysis and the sharp commentary about dating in the modern world.

Tater Tots & Heavy Thoughts by Anonymous

Modern AU. Armin is a social worker with a traumatic past, Annie asks him to help her brother who's a recovering drug addict (and then asks him out). This fic handles some extremely sensitive issues with care and compassion, it's a story about healing and not letting your past define you. Absolutely captivating and at times heartbreaking.

My Yellow Light in Your Soft Whispers by @annawayne

Post-Canon fic. Set roughly ten years after the Rumbling, Armin and Annie try to rebuild their trust in themselves and each other after a traumatic event. One of the most romantic entries on this list, steeped in rich symbolism and metaphor, the love Armin and Annie share is carved in every word, phrase and sentence.

See You Again by @dudewhy3

Modern AU. Estranged childhood friends, Armin and Annie, meet again after years apart, only Annie is sick and Armin is her doctor. It's a beautiful story about enduring love, compassion, second chances and vulnerability.

Love Letters from the Skies to the West Coast by @midnightraine131

Modern AU. Pastor's son Armin befriends Annie, a Californian girl who's new in town and also a bit of a wildcard. This is a sweet and funny story about the batshit shenanigans kids get up to, but also about the stifling confines of small religious communities.

Abandoned but worth a read regardless:

These City Lights by Katsy0c0

1920s AU. Armin is an up-and-coming Hollywood director and chooses Annie as his leading lady. An oldie but a goodie, the setting is exciting and glamorous and the relationship between the two is sweet and thrilling.

I Shall Slay by GoldenDoodleLover

Modern AU. Crack fic. Armin is recruited by his lit teacher Levi into a team of students who shall be participating in underground rap-battles. Absolutely hilarious and the verses are kinda fire.

[leondickrider]

fluff alphabet ౨ৎ leon s kennedy x gn!reader

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 || working on sm leon fanfics at once ! i made this in like 20 minutes so it prolly sucks but idc!! nsfw alphabet coming soon :3

𝐁𝐄𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃 || fluff (obvi), not proofread or read by betas

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 || deinking mentioned, none

𝐗𝐎𝐗𝐎 || leon s kennedy mlist 🎀 @starzu

Activities - What do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them?

leon really loves just kicking back and relaxing with his s/o. after soo many life-threatening missions, he just wants to kick back on the sofa with his s/o in his arms and binge watch some tv. however, he also really loves taking they all the places they want to visit, whether it's a concert or a museum

Beauty - What do they admire about their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them?

everything, literally finds every inch of his s/o perfect and beautiful. but, he really loves their hands, especially if they are soft and smaller because it's the opposite of his hands that are rough from so much fighting and training. also finds their eyes beautiful, will literally hold contact for hours if he could

Comfort - How would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack etc.?

refer back to re4r how leon comforted ashley. he's really good at comforting you and will do anything to help cheer you up. 2 am emotional binge sesh? he's driving to the shoppe and buying you ice cream and frost and drizzle or syrup and sprinkles and brownie bits and cookies and and potato chips and and cheeseburgers and fries and tater tots and cheese and everything (i'm on a rlly strict diet so this is deadass just me listing foods i want rn) 5 pm cry sesh? he already has the tissues, blankets, stuffies and tear-jerking movies ready

Dreams - How do they picture their future with their s/o?

in 1998, leon would dream about having a totally normal relationship with you. big suburban house, a couple kids. but after the raccoon city, he kind of changed his dreams. he still craves the normal, domestic life, but now he kinda envisions it as just you and him. not that he doesn't want kids, he just doesn't want them to be in such a dangerous world

Equal - Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?

i think he'd be more dominant in relationships when it comes to most things. not dominant in a weird, controlling way. but he would want his s/o to come to him before making any big decisions simply bc he probably brings home the bacon with his government paycheck. but other than financially, he's pretty passive, he really doesn't care what you do as long as you don't do like porn or like cheat

Fight - Would they be easy to forgive their s/o? How are they fighting?

depends honestly; most fights he will forgive you, but sometimes he really holds it against you and just shuts you out for a while before resuming as if nothing happened. however, when he snaps and lets words he doesn't mean to get out, he will apologize so much. even if you forgive him, he doesn't believe it and will buy you everything

Gratitude - How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?

very grateful! in 1998-2013 and after vendetta specifically. he realizes that you help keep him happy pretty fast. if you're in raccoon city with him then he probably felt a lot better and more confident. (def not bc he wanted to show off in front of his partner!!) in 2004 he is soo grateful you were willing to stay with him even with the job he ended up with and with all the training he had to get. in vendetta i think that's when he might seem ungrateful cuz of his drinking.... but yeah after all that he's back to normal

Honesty - Do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything?

a lot of secrets :(

mainly about work though, cuz unless you're an agent he literally cannot legally get into the details with you. he keeps secrets abt his drinking too, like you know he drinks but you don't know how much he drinks.

Inspiration - Did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around? Like trying out new things or helped them overcome personal problems?

yes! he became more confident in himself because like being in a relationship makes him feel like somebody wants him, so he gains sm self confidence and actually wants to be stronger so he can return home from missions !

Jealousy - Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?

i think he gets jealous pretty easily. he will get a bit jealous if a person look at you twice, or somebody flirts. but part of him thinks you deserve somebody better so he doesn't ever tell you about his jealousy, you gotta hring it up first

Kiss - Are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?

a very good kisser!! every single kiss is filled w sm love and affection and passion <3 mainly bc he doesn't really know when it will be the last kiss :(

first kiss was really special even though it was spontaneous. it was in the late hours of the night, the whole apartment dark except for the tv light. and you were slow dancing to some random song when suddenly the mood felt right and he kisses you MANSBSHH (this is based on my first kiss with my ex ....)

Love Confession - How would they confess to their s/o?

he doesn't really confess first, he drops subtle hints that he has feelings for you and just gopes you catch onto his words

Marriage - Do they want to get married? How do they propose? What would the marriage be like?

yes, going back to dream. he thinks about marriage all the time, he likes the idea of having a cute lil spouse to come home too after grueling missions

he proposes totally out of nowhere. he originally had a plan, he was going to take you on a romantic vacation before proposing to you while there. but he chickened out last second, so after several other attempts (that he backed out of last minute) he finally had enough. and then one morning he got down on one knee after buying you a ton of donuts

marriage is really good. he's such husband material. overprotective but not too overprotective. possessive but not too possessive. you know what i'm saying?

Nicknames - What do they call their s/o?

sticks to the classics most of the time: babe, baby, love, sweetheart, etc etc. lots of italian pet names

however when he's sweet he really branches out: sweet girl/boy, lovie, lovebug, cuddlebug, pretty

On Cloud Nine - What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?

oh my gosh, this man is so lovey-dovey. literally heart eyes for you. but he forces himself to stay serious even thought other people easily know he's all your's. he doesn't talk much when it's just you and him, preferring to just sit silently across from you and listen to you. and that's what makes it obvious to others since normally he doesn't pay attention and always says his dad jokes or says something stupid

he expresses his feelings by like... yeah.... not being annoying i guess

PDA - Are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with their s/o in front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss etc. when others are watching?

hmm, he doesn't really like pda due to his job. he knows he has enemies who are after him, but most don't really know about you since they don't really look into that. however, when he's off work, he'll take you into cities and his hand in always on you, whether he's holding your hand, or his hand is planted on your hip/waist. just makes him feel better

he brags about you to all of his friends. chris hears about it nonstop while leon is drunk (and he sobs after bc the redfield bloodline.) "sure that looks nice on them but you know who would look better in it? my s/o." "oh, my s/o has that same necklace, i bought it for them in paris." (😭)

he doesn't really care after the missions. esp if he got close to death, he is all over you the second he sees you. he doesn't care who is watching or who sees, he is literally holding you as if you were dying

Quirk - Some random ability they have that’s beneficial in a relationship.

he knows whenever you are upset. doesn't even need to hear you speak. literally can just tell from your footsteps or your posture

also, he's really quiet so when you are having your moments he's able to sneak around withhout setting you off (please i get so annoyed when people are loud when i'm mad)

Romance - How romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliché or rather creative?

yes

he will do everything to make his s/o happy

Support - Are they helping their s/o achieve their goals? Do they believe in them?

it really depends on your goals. if your goal is to become famous on onlyfans (aimed) then he probably wouldn't really help cuz well why would he?

he believes in you to an extent, he's brutally honest sometimes so... yeah... if you're dumb he will tell you that you're dumb (in a nice way) but he tries his best to support you 💀

Thrill - Do they need to try out new things to spice out your relationship? Or do they prefer a certain routine?

there's no such thing as routine with this man other than his exercise routine 

Understanding - How good do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?

he knows you better than you do. this man literally buys whatever you're craving like a week before you even ask fo it. he knows exactly what album or movie or video game you're going to beg him to buy so he already got you it

Value - How important is the relationship to them? What is it’s worth in comparison to other things in their life?

literally his top pirority. it goes you, his friends, him. he always puts you ahead of himself in everything and values your life sm more than his own :(

Wild Card - A random Fluff Headcanon.

everytime he returns from his missions, he always comes home with your favorite snack and an expensive bouquet of your favorite flowers (if you get the expensive bouquet reference jtm)

XOXO - Are they very affectionate? Do they love to kiss and cuddle?

yes, he is so touch starved and can cuddle all day if you let him. he kisses you a lot as well

Yearning - How will they cope when they’re missing their partner?

he always carries a little polaroid of you snd him cuddles together on the sofa (taken before 1998 for draamtic effect) and just looks at it for a little bit

he also bought a small bottle of your fav purfume/fragrance and always takes it with him on missions, aweet boy :)

Zeal - Are they willing to go to great lenghts for the relationship? If so, what kind of?

this man would literally take a bullet for you !! A BULLET !!

reblogs appreciated always ♡

i'm making a ghost ver of this as well since i love him sm !! :))

[rainforestakiie]

hi everyone! this is for @lilacwriter07 and @sir-tater-of-the-tot ! based on the bunny hybrid Lucifer and wolf hybrid Adam. i turned it into the omega-verse as i always do. i hope you like it!

omega bunny hybrid Lucifer x beta wolf hybrid Adam

(Lucifer is still the top in this!)

i do not know if this will become a series? it was just an idea.

Lucifer strutted down the bustling market street, his tiny frame radiating an air of untouchable confidence. The sun caught the soft fluff of his rabbit ears, which twitched with irritation as yet another admirer dared to whistle in his direction. His sharp blue eyes, the color of ice on a frozen lake, shot daggers at the offender, and his delicate nose twitched as though catching a whiff of something unpleasant.

“Back off,” he growled, the sound oddly menacing coming from someone with cheeks as rosy as an autumn apple and a round, cherubic face. His sharp little teeth glinted as he bared them ever so slightly, a warning that he wasn’t just some helpless omega bunny waiting to be scooped up.

Lucifer knew he was cute—irritatingly cute, devastatingly cute. He was a walking contradiction, all soft fur and big eyes, but underneath the fluff lay a temper as fiery as a dragon’s breath. And oh, how it drove the hybrids wild. The alphas prowling the market would stop and stare, their gazes lingering a little too long on his slender figure. They’d see an easy conquest, a bunny omega who must surely need an alpha to take care of him. How wrong they were.

He adjusted the strap of the leather satchel slung across his chest, deliberately ignoring the lingering gazes. The hybrids could look all they wanted, but they’d never have him. Lucifer had no intention of being anyone’s submissive little bunny, no matter how persistent they were.

“Lucifer, darling!” A flirtatious voice cooed from behind him. He turned to find a tall fox hybrid leaning casually against a fruit stand, a sly grin spread across his pointed face. His auburn tail flicked back and forth as he held up an apple like it was some sort of peace offering.

Lucifer rolled his eyes dramatically. “Felix, don’t you have something better to do than stalk me through the market?”

“Not when the company is this good,” Felix replied, his amber eyes glinting with mischief. He stepped closer, but Lucifer raised a hand, sharp claws glinting in the sunlight.

“One more step and I’ll take a chunk out of that fancy tail of yours,” Lucifer snapped, his voice low and threatening.

Felix chuckled, completely unbothered. “Still playing hard to get, huh? You know, for someone so small, you’re awfully feisty.”

“And for someone with ears that big, you’re awfully bad at listening,” Lucifer shot back, turning on his heel and striding away. His fluffy tail gave an indignant twitch as he muttered under his breath about “Arrogant foxes with too much time on their hands.”

Felix smirked, his sharp fox teeth gleaming as he leaned casually against a nearby wall, his auburn tail flicking with amusement.

“You know, Lucifer,” he said, dragging out the words in a tone dripping with mockery, “One of these days, someone’s going to put you in your place. You can’t snap at every alpha who tries to get close.”

Before Lucifer could spin around and verbally rip him apart, Felix’s smirk faltered, and his golden eyes shifted to something behind Lucifer. “Ah, looks like your shadow is getting himself into trouble again.”

Lucifer froze, his floppy rabbit ears instantly standing on end. His soft, twitching nose picked up a scent on the air, faint but unmistakable. His heart skipped a beat.

That scent. He’d know it anywhere.

In one fluid motion, Lucifer spun on his heel, narrowing his ice-blue eyes at the commotion just a little further down the crowded marketplace. And there he was: Adam, his beta wolf, with his ever-messy mop of muddy brown hair and those green eyes that always seemed so full of quiet warmth. But now, Adam was clearly in trouble, locked in what seemed to be a heated argument with two lion hybrid alphas who were puffing out their chests like territorial fools.

Lucifer’s protective instincts roared to life like a wildfire. Without thinking, he took a step forward, ready to intervene, but Felix’s hand shot out, gripping his arm.

“Whoa, whoa,” Felix said, his voice lower now. “What do you think you’re doing, running into that mess? He’s not worth it.”

Lucifer yanked his arm out of the fox’s grasp so hard that Felix stumbled.

“Touch me again, and you’ll regret it,” Lucifer hissed, baring his sharp teeth in warning. His fluffy tail twitched furiously, betraying just how livid he was.

Felix threw up his hands in exasperation. “I’m just trying to stop you from getting yourself hurt again, you lunatic! You’re always throwing yourself into danger for him, and for what, huh?”

He sneered, his voice turning bitter. “I’ll never understand what you see in that wolf. He’s just a beta. And weak, at that.”

That hit a nerve. Lucifer’s icy eyes burned with fury as he whirled back toward Felix.

“Don’t you dare call him weak,” he snapped, his voice low and dangerous. His claws flexed at his sides, itching to strike. “I’ll do what I want, and if you don’t like it, stay out of my way.”

Felix sighed heavily, muttering, “Suit yourself. But one day, you’re gonna regret wasting your time on him.”

His tone was laced with something almost like jealousy, though Lucifer didn’t care enough to notice.

Lucifer didn’t respond—he didn’t have time to. His sharp ears caught a sound that sent a bolt of panic through his chest: a yelp of pain.

His head snapped back toward the scene, and his heart dropped. One of the lion hybrids had grabbed Adam by the scruff of his neck, shaking him like he was a rag doll. Adam, bless his clueless soul, looked more confused than afraid, his brows furrowing as he struggled to free himself.

Lucifer saw red.

With a final snarl in Felix’s direction, Lucifer darted off, his small frame weaving through the crowd with practiced ease. His bunny ears flattened against his head as he moved, his sharp teeth bared in silent fury. Nobody touched Adam. Nobody.

Adam had always been oblivious, a trait that Lucifer found both endearing and maddening. They’d been attached at the hip since they were kids, the beta wolf with no sense of smell and the fiery bunny who never let anyone mess with him. But Adam, dense as he was, never quite realized just how fiercely Lucifer loved him.

For years, Lucifer had tried to show Adam that he wanted to be more than just a friend. He’d given every subtle signal he could think of—and some not-so-subtle ones—but Adam never caught on. Whether it was because of his obliviousness or his lack of self-confidence, Lucifer didn’t know. But it didn’t matter. Adam was his, even if the wolf didn’t realize it yet.

And now, seeing his wolf in danger ignited something primal in Lucifer.

He reached the scuffle in a blur, his sharp claws glinting as he lunged at the lion hybrid holding Adam.

“Get your filthy hands off him!” he snarled, his voice cutting through the chaos like a whip.

The lion barely had time to react before Lucifer’s claws raked down his arm, forcing him to release Adam with a howl of pain. The second lion stepped forward, but Lucifer whirled on him, his icy blue eyes flashing like lightning.

“You want some, too?” he hissed, his teeth gleaming dangerously.

“Whoa, whoa,” the second lion stammered, raising his hands and backing off. “We didn’t know he was yours, okay? Chill!”

Lucifer didn’t relax until both lions had slunk off, muttering curses under their breath. Only then did he turn to Adam, his chest heaving as the adrenaline began to fade.

Adam blinked at him, utterly bewildered. “Luci? What are you doing here?”

Nose twitching as Lucifer glared up at him. “Saving you, obviously. What were you thinking, arguing with alphas like that? Do you have a death wish?”

Adam rubbed the back of his neck, looking sheepish. “I wasn’t arguing. I was just… correcting them. They were wrong about how much meat you should get in a stew, and I—”

Lucifer groaned, dragging a hand down his face. “You’re impossible,” he muttered. But the anger in his voice was softened by something else—something tender.

Tilting his head, Adam’s green eyes studying Lucifer. “You didn’t have to step in, you know. I could’ve handled it.”

Lucifer crossed his arms, his cheeks flushing. “Yeah, sure. You were doing a great job getting shaken like a chew toy.”

Adam chuckled, the sound warm and familiar. “Thanks, though. You’re always looking out for me, huh?”

Heart stuttering at the smile Adam gave him. Lucifer looked away quickly, his ears twitching in embarrassment. “Someone has to. You’re hopeless.”

Adam reached out, ruffling the fur between Lucifer’s ears.

“Well, I’m glad it’s you,” he said softly.

Lucifer’s cheeks burned, but he didn’t pull away. Maybe—just maybe—Adam wasn’t as clueless as he thought.

The marketplace buzzed around them as Lucifer and Adam strolled side by side, the chaos of earlier already forgotten. Stalls overflowed with colorful fruits and vegetables, the scent of freshly baked bread mingling with that of blooming flowers. Lucifer stuck close to Adam, as he always did, brushing against his side every few steps and occasionally grabbing Adam’s arm under the guise of pulling him toward some interesting trinket or snack.

“Look at this, Adam,” Lucifer chirped, holding up a small, hand-carved wooden charm shaped like a crescent moon. He leaned against Adam’s side, tilting his head up to show him the piece. “Doesn’t it look like something you’d wear?”

Chucking, Adam scratched the back of his neck. “You think so? I don’t really do jewelry.”

Huffing, Lucifer’s soft nose twitched as he pressed even closer. “Well, maybe you should. You’d look good with it.”

He held the charm a moment longer, then dropped it back onto the stall with a shrug. “Or maybe I’ll get it for myself.”

Adam gave him a teasing look. “You? The great Lucifer wearing something so plain? I don’t believe it.”

Lucifer smirked up at him. “Maybe I’d wear it if you gave it to me.”

His voice dipped into something softer, something almost teasing, but Adam, predictably, missed it entirely.

The two meandered through the market for a while longer, Lucifer touching Adam at every opportunity—brushing imaginary lint off his shirt, leaning against him when the crowd grew thick, even tugging on his sleeve to guide him to stalls Lucifer claimed were must-sees. Adam, oblivious as always, simply went along with it, as if this closeness were entirely normal between them.

When the heat of the sun began to bear down, Lucifer tugged at Adam’s arm and gestured toward the park just beyond the market.

“Come on,” he urged, his soft, fluffy tail flicking behind him. “Let’s sit under the trees. It’s too hot to be out here.”

Adam let himself be led, chuckling as Lucifer practically dragged him toward the shade. They found a spot beneath a large apple tree, its branches heavy with ripening fruit. The grass was cool and soft beneath them, and Lucifer wasted no time flopping onto his back with a contented sigh. His fluffy ears twitched lazily as he stretched out, one hand brushing against Adam’s thigh as he lounged.

“This is nice,” Lucifer murmured, his voice soft as he tilted his face toward the dappled sunlight filtering through the leaves. He purred faintly, the sound vibrating in his chest as his fingers absently toyed with the hem of Adam’s shirt. “I like spending time with you.”

Adam, seated beside him, leaned back on his hands and glanced down at him with a fond smile.

“You’re always saying that,” he teased. “You’d think you’d get tired of me eventually.”

Lucifer snorted, his icy blue eyes sliding open to meet Adam’s green ones. “Tired of you? Not in this lifetime.”

They sat in comfortable silence for a while, the summer breeze rustling the leaves above them. Eventually, Lucifer broke the quiet with a soft hum.

“My heat’s coming soon,” he said casually, though there was a pointed edge to his words as he turned his head to study Adam’s reaction. “You know what that means.”

Adam blinked, his brow furrowing slightly. “Uh… it means you’re going to be grumpy for a week?”

Groaning, Lucifer can’t covered his face with one hand. “No, you idiot. It means I’ll need someone to take care of me.” He dropped his hand, his gaze turning sly as he propped himself up on one elbow, leaning toward Adam. “You could always volunteer, you know.”

Adam laughed, shaking his head. “You’re ridiculous. You’ve always been able to handle yourself.”

Lucifer’s ears twitched in frustration, though he quickly smoothed his expression into one of resignation. He flopped back down onto the grass with a sigh. “You’re hopeless.”

Sharing his heat with Adam…it was hard not to fantasy about it. Lucifer tended to do it often. He would become wet and hot every time. Lucifer really wanted to throw Adam down, mess him up and rip his clothing off. Rub their bodies together and make sure Adam knew who he belonged too!

Adam in his hands and knees…bubble backside up in the air for the bunny. He’s sure he’d get that wolf whining by the end of the night. Maybe can a bark~

A pause hung between them before Adam, his tone suddenly more thoughtful, asked, “Lucifer… would you ever take an alpha as a mate?”

Freezing, Lucifer’s ears perked up in surprise. He turned his head to look at Adam, his sharp eyes narrowing slightly. “Why do you ask?”

Adam shrugged, but his lips pressed into a faint pout. “It’s just… you’re almost thirty, you know? Most omegas your age are already mated by now. Some even have their first litter. Don’t you want that?”

Lucifer blinked at him, momentarily at a loss for words. Then, muttering under his breath, he said, “I would have that if a damn wolf could catch a hint already.”

“What?” Adam asked, confused. “What does that mean?”

Letting out a bark of laughter, Lucifer rolled onto his side to face Adam fully. He reached out, his hand brushing against Adam’s knee as he preened at him, a teasing smile playing on his lips.

“It means nothing,” he said lightly. “And no, I don’t want to mate with just any alpha.”

Adam hummed thoughtfully, his green eyes flickering with curiosity. “Then what do you want in a mate?”

Lucifer’s smile widened as he sat up slightly, resting his chin in his hand.

“Oh, that’s easy,” he said, his tone almost sing-song. “I want someone who’s kind, someone who’s steady and calm. Someone who’s brave, even when they don’t realize it, and who’s always there when I need them. Someone who makes me feel safe.”

Nodding along, Adam was completely oblivious to the way Lucifer’s gaze softened with every word. “That sounds nice,” Adam said thoughtfully. “Do you know anyone like that?”

Lucifer rolled his eyes but couldn’t suppress the fond smile tugging at his lips.

“Yeah, Adam,” he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “I might know someone like that.”

Adam missed the obvious hint, as usual, and Lucifer didn’t press the matter. Instead, he leaned against Adam’s side, resting his head against the wolf’s shoulder with a contented sigh. His fingers toyed idly with the hem of Adam’s sleeve, and his purrs grew louder.

Adam, clueless as ever, simply smiled down at him and said, “You’re so clingy today. Are you sure your heat hasn’t started early?”

Chuckling, Lucifer’s lips brushed against Adam’s arm as he murmured, “Maybe it has.”

He smirked to himself, already plotting his next move to get his dense wolf to finally, finally catch on.

Lucifer’s ears twitched as he rested against Adam’s shoulder, the summer breeze brushing against his face. His purring deepened, but his thoughts drifted, pulling him back to the days when everything changed between them. He closed his eyes, letting the memory unfold like a cherished dream.

Back then, Lucifer had been so small, so quiet. A timid little bunny omega, easy prey for anyone who felt like having a laugh at his expense. The alphas in their class were the worst—they’d corner him, tugging on his ears or making crude jokes about what omegas were “good for.” And no matter how much he tried to deny their words, his trembling voice always betrayed him.

One particularly bad day, they had surrounded him by the playground fence, shoving him back and forth like some sort of game.

“Aw, what’s the matter, bunny? Gonna cry?” One of them sneered. Lucifer’s cheeks burned with humiliation, his ears drooping as he tried to keep the tears at bay.

He didn’t know what he had expected—certainly not for anyone to step in. But suddenly, out of nowhere, a young wolf pup with wild brown hair and a determined expression appeared in the fray.

“Leave him alone!” Adam had barked, his voice cracking but firm as he placed himself between Lucifer and the alphas.

Lucifer had been star-struck. Who was this boy? He was smaller than the alphas, his lanky frame no match for their size, but he didn’t back down. Even when one of them pushed him to the ground, Adam scrambled back to his feet, his green eyes blazing with defiance.

“Pick on someone your own size!” Adam growled, his fists clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned white.

The alphas, finding it more amusing than threatening, shoved him aside and left, laughing as they walked away. But to Lucifer, Adam’s bravery was nothing short of heroic.

Lucifer’s heart had pounded in his chest as Adam turned to him, panting from the effort.

“Are you okay?” Adam asked, his voice softening, despite the scrape on his cheek and the dirt on his clothes.

Lucifer could barely nod, his cheeks flushed with an emotion he didn’t quite understand.

“Y-you… you didn’t have to do that,” he stammered, his voice small.

Adam grinned, the expression bright and disarming despite his bruises. “Yeah, well, someone needed to. Those guys are jerks.”

Lucifer stared at him, awestruck. No one had ever stood up for him before. And as Adam reached out, gently brushing a stray tear off Lucifer’s cheek, something inside Lucifer shifted.

That was the moment—the moment—Lucifer had started falling for Adam. He didn’t realize it back then, but looking back now, it was so obvious.

The next time the alphas tried to mess with him, Adam had been there again, stepping in without hesitation. But something was different this time. Watching Adam get pushed around again sparked something new in Lucifer—a protectiveness, fierce and unrelenting.

“Stop it!” Lucifer had shouted, his voice ringing out louder than it ever had before. When one of the alphas sneered and moved to shove Adam again, Lucifer stepped forward, his sharp little teeth bared. “Touch him again, and I’ll bite your hand off!”

The alphas, stunned at first, quickly dissolved into laughter—until Lucifer lunged at the biggest one, sinking his teeth into the bully’s arm. The alpha yelped and stumbled back, and the others quickly followed suit, muttering insults as they left.

Adam had stared at him, wide-eyed. “Whoa… I didn’t know you could do that.”

Lucifer had wiped his mouth, a little embarrassed but mostly proud. “Well, someone needed to.”

From that day on, the alphas didn’t bother him anymore. And Adam, bless him, never stopped trying to protect Lucifer anyway, even if Lucifer had clearly proven he could handle himself.

Lucifer’s heart warmed as more memories bubbled up. Like the time Adam had carried him home after he’d twisted his ankle climbing a tree (“Bunnies don’t belong in trees,” Adam had scolded, but he’d been smiling the whole time). Or the time Adam had stayed up all night helping Lucifer bake cookies for a school fundraiser, even though he’d been terrible at it and burned half the batch.

And then there were the quieter moments—walking home together after school, sharing snacks under the shade of a tree, or the way Adam would instinctively tuck Lucifer’s ears out of the way when they started to droop too low.

Lucifer didn’t know exactly when his feelings had gone from admiration to love, but somewhere along the way, they had. And now, years later, those feelings were as strong as ever.

“You’re awfully quiet,” Adam said, his voice breaking through Lucifer’s reverie.

Lucifer blinked, looking up at him. Adam’s green eyes were bright in the sunlight, and his messy hair framed his face in a way that made Lucifer’s heart ache.

“Just thinking,” Lucifer murmured, his hand drifting to rest lightly against Adam’s arm. “About us.”

Adam tilted his head, curious. “Us?”

Lucifer hummed, a sly smile curling on his lips. “Yeah. You’ve always been such a hero, haven’t you?”

Adam laughed, scratching the back of his neck. “I don’t know about that.”

Lucifer’s gaze softened. “I do.”

He leaned into Adam’s side again, purring contentedly as the warm summer breeze rustled the leaves above them. He didn’t need Adam to understand everything right now. He was used to waiting, after all. And as long as Adam stayed by his side, Lucifer didn’t mind waiting a little longer.

Lucifer shifted against Adam, resting his chin on his hand as he gazed up at him with a teasing smirk. The summer sunlight dappled Adam’s face, highlighting the curve of his strong jaw and the softness in his green eyes. He looked so calm, so blissfully unaware of the storm Lucifer was keeping at bay in his heart.

“Hey, Adam,” Lucifer purred, his voice honey-sweet yet deceptively casual.

“Hm?” Adam glanced down at him, his brow raising in curiosity.

Lucifer’s smirk deepened, though his tone held a note of sincerity. “Do you ever think about… mating?”

The question hit its mark. Adam stiffened slightly, his green eyes widening as his cheeks flushed a soft pink. He cleared his throat awkwardly, glancing away as if trying to compose himself. “I, uh…”

His voice faltered, and he rubbed the back of his neck. “I guess… yeah, I think about it sometimes.”

Lucifer’s heart gave an excited thrum in his chest. He leaned closer, his soft, fluffy tail flicking lazily behind him as he pressed further. “And?” His voice dropped into a whisper, just teasing enough to make Adam squirm. “What do you think about?”

Adam let out a nervous laugh, avoiding Lucifer’s gaze.

“I don’t know,” he mumbled. “It’s not like I have any plans or anything. I mean…”

He hesitated, the blush on his cheeks deepening. “I guess it would be nice. Someday.”

Lucifer bit the inside of his cheek to stop himself from grinning like a fool—or worse, jumping Adam right then and there. Instead, he sat up slightly, resting his chin on Adam’s shoulder and peering up at him with wide, innocent blue eyes. “Someday, huh?” he murmured. “So, what kind of mate would you want?”

Adam blinked, clearly flustered.

“I don’t know,” he admitted, his voice low. “I’ve never really thought about it. I mean… I’m just a beta.”

The way he said it—soft, almost self-deprecating—made Lucifer’s heart ache. He straightened up, reaching out to gently swat Adam’s arm.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” he demanded, his sharp teeth flashing in a mock scowl. “Being a beta doesn’t mean anything. You’re plenty amazing.”

Adam chuckled, though there was a hint of shyness in the sound. “Thanks, Luce. But you know what I mean. Betas aren’t exactly… well, we’re not exactly the first choice for most people.”

Lucifer’s ears twitched, and his icy blue eyes softened as he looked at him.

“You’d be my first choice,” he said, his voice dropping to something quieter, something more serious.

Adam blinked, clearly startled, but before he could respond, Lucifer waved it off with a laugh, leaning back on his hands and glancing up at the branches of the apple tree above them.

“Not that it matters,” he said breezily, though his heart hammered in his chest. “You’re probably too dense to even notice if someone wanted to mate with you.”

Adam frowned, clearly trying to process the shift in tone.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” he asked, his voice tinged with confusion.

Lucifer just grinned at him, leaning closer again until their faces were only inches apart.

“It means,” he said softly, “You should start paying more attention. You never know who might be waiting for you to catch on.”

Adam opened his mouth to respond, but whatever he was going to say got lost in the jumble of thoughts visibly racing through his mind.

Lucifer chuckled, leaning back again and letting the moment hang in the air between them.

He’d been waiting this long for Adam to notice him. A little more waiting wouldn’t kill him—probably.

Adam was, without a doubt, the most adorable creature Lucifer had ever laid eyes on—and possibly the most infuriatingly oblivious. Ever since they were pups, Adam had always been the one to miss the most obvious cues. Lucifer could stomp his foot, pout, and practically throw himself at Adam’s feet, and Adam would just blink at him, utterly clueless, like a happy, wagging puppy who didn’t understand why everyone else was growling.

Lucifer often wondered if Adam’s naivety stemmed from his lack of a sense of smell. Scenting was practically second nature to wolves, a crucial way for them to pick up on moods, signals, and intentions. Without it, Adam was like a wolf pup with his nose permanently buried in a snowbank—lost and blissfully unaware.

At first, Lucifer had assumed it was because Adam was a beta. Omegas and alphas both had stronger instincts, but betas? They were somewhere in between, typically pragmatic and balanced, neither too driven by instinct nor ruled by emotion. But that theory went out the window the day Michael, Lucifer’s older brother, introduced his intended mate to the family—a charming and witty beta mouse hybrid who was as sharp as a fox and twice as observant.

Lucifer had begrudgingly admitted that the mouse hybrid was cute, though not Adam-cute. But what struck him the most was how different this beta was compared to Adam. Where the mouse picked up on every subtle shift in conversation, Adam would just tilt his head and smile. Where the mouse hybrid could assess a room in a glance, Adam would stare up at the ceiling, probably imagining shapes in the light fixtures.

Adam’s obliviousness was unique to him. And Lucifer adored it as much as it drove him insane.

The feeling only solidified the day he met Adam’s mothers—an omega wolf couple who were just as dreamy and scatterbrained as their son. Lucifer had gone over for dinner, intent on learning more about Adam’s family and sizing them up. But by the time dessert rolled around, it was painfully clear that Adam had inherited his daydreaming tendencies and airy demeanor straight from his parents.

“Oh, Adam’s always been such a sweetheart,” one of his mothers had said, smiling fondly. “He used to get so distracted by clouds that he’d walk straight into trees. Remember that, darling?”

“Oh, yes,” the other mother chimed in with a soft laugh. “We used to joke that he was part bird, always looking at the sky instead of where he was going.”

Lucifer had smiled politely at the time, but inwardly he’d been seething. If Adam was so distracted, who had been looking out for him? Protecting him from anyone who might take advantage of his kind, carefree nature?

That answer, of course, had always been Lucifer.

Still, even with his protective instincts on high alert, Lucifer couldn’t help but find Adam utterly endearing. The way he giggled at his own thoughts, cracking into wide, toothy grins out of nowhere. The way his green eyes would sparkle when he talked about something he loved, like his favorite books or a recipe he wanted to try. Or the way he would tilt his head, his messy brown hair flopping to one side as he asked, “What’s so funny?”—completely unaware that the joke had been him.

Even now, as they laid underneath their apple tree in the park, Lucifer watched Adam out of the corner of his eye, marveling at how utterly at ease he seemed. He was picking at the grass and flowers with one hand and was humming to himself, licking the edge of his empty lemonade bottle absentmindedly. Lucifer’s sharp eyes caught the way Adam’s long fingers curled around the bottle’s neck, and he felt his cheeks flush.

Adam didn’t even realize the effect he had on people—on Lucifer. He was just so… Adam. Sweet, thoughtful, and so completely oblivious that Lucifer had spent years being simultaneously charmed and exasperated by him.

But maybe that was part of the reason Lucifer had fallen so hard. Adam wasn’t calculating or sly. He wasn’t trying to charm anyone. He simply was, and it was that unassuming genuineness that made Lucifer’s chest ache with longing.

Lucifer sighed, leaning closer, his shoulder brushed against Adam’s, and when Adam glanced at him with that wide, easy smile, Lucifer felt his heart skip a beat.

Yes, Adam was infuriatingly clueless. But Lucifer wouldn’t have him any other way.

Lucifer snapped out of his thoughts, the warm, happy haze of his memories dissipating like morning mist. Blinking, he looked around, realizing with a sharp pang of irritation that Adam was no longer beside him. His ears twitched, swiveling instinctively as his blue eyes scanned the park. It didn’t take long to spot him.

There, by the park vendor, stood his Adam, casually chatting with a hybrid omega. She had sleek red hair, striking golden eyes, and dainty features that screamed delicate and sweet—a typical omega. She wore a bright smile, her laughter ringing out like soft chimes as she handed Adam an ice cream cone.

Lucifer’s sharp eyes narrowed as he took in the scene. Adam was smiling at her—really smiling. The kind of smile that made his green eyes light up like sun-dappled leaves. The kind of smile Lucifer had only ever seen directed at him when they were kids. A knot of jealousy coiled tightly in his chest, twisting and burning until his foot began to tap against the ground.

At first, the stomps were slow, methodical, but they quickly picked up pace as Lucifer’s frustration grew. His floppy ears stood straight, his nose twitching as he glared daggers at Adam and the omega. The audacity! That sparkle in Adam’s eyes was supposed to be for him, not some random, overly sweet, ice-cream-peddling cat!

He crossed his arms tightly over his chest, his sharp teeth grinding together as the soft thump-thump-thump of his foot hitting the ground grew louder.

“Mommy, look! That bunny is doing the stompy thing!”

Lucifer’s ears twitched again, catching the amused voice of a nearby child. He turned his glare slightly, spotting a fellow bunny hybrid with her little one in tow. The mother giggled, giving Lucifer an understanding smile as she gently patted her child’s head.

“That’s what bunnies do when they’re upset, sweetheart,” she explained in a hushed tone. “It’s called ‘thumping.’ See how he’s frustrated about something?”

“Or jealous,” she added under her breath, loud enough for Lucifer to hear.

Lucifer’s cheeks burned as he whipped his glare back to Adam, feeling thoroughly exposed. His foot, however, didn’t stop thumping. If anything, the pace increased. How dare that omega stand so close to Adam? And how dare Adam smile like that at her? What was she even saying to him? Something funny? Charming? Did she—did she just brush her hair back all coy-like?

Lucifer’s claws curled into the fabric of his sleeves as he seethed. He wanted to march over there, grab Adam by the arm, and yank him back to their spot under the apple tree where he belonged. Preferably far, far away from the likes of her.

But he couldn’t just stomp over there and make a scene… could he? His foot thumped harder, almost against his will, betraying his inner turmoil. His icy blue eyes darted back to the omega, watching her giggle again as Adam said something in that easy, carefree tone of his.

The fire in Lucifer’s chest burned hotter. This was ridiculous! Adam wasn’t supposed to smile like that at anyone else. And certainly not some random park vendor with perfectly coiffed hair and—ugh—pristine nails! He glanced down at his own hands, noting the faint scratches from earlier when he’d accidentally pricked himself trying to gather apples for Adam.

How dare she look so perfect?

Lucifer’s tail flicked irritably, his thumping foot making the earth beneath him feel like it might crack open from sheer indignation. “Unbelievable,” he muttered under his breath.

A soft giggle from the bunny hybrid mother reached his ears again.

“Whatever it is, dear, just go talk to him,” she called lightly.

Lucifer froze, turning to shoot her a glare, but her warm, knowing smile softened the edges of his frustration. He huffed, muttering something incomprehensible, before deciding she was right. Enough was enough.

With a sharp flick of his ears, Lucifer pushed himself to his feet, his small frame nearly vibrating with determination. He didn’t care if Adam thought he was being possessive—he was. And if that omega thought she had a chance, she was about to learn otherwise.

Lucifer stalked toward the vendor, his footfalls light but his presence unmistakably charged. His blue eyes locked on Adam, and a small, wicked smirk began to curl on his lips. Oh, this was going to be fun.

“Adam!” he called sweetly, his tone deceptively bright as he approached.

The sound of his voice made Adam’s head turn, his green eyes lighting up in recognition. The cat hybrid blinked, startled by the sudden interruption.

“Oh, hey, Luci,” Adam greeted warmly, oblivious to the tension radiating off him.

Lucifer wasted no time, slipping smoothly between Adam and the omega with an innocent smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes.

“You wandered off,” he said, his tone teasing but laced with accusation. “I thought you got lost.”

Adam blinked, looking confused but amused.

“I was just grabbing us something to drink,” he explained, holding up a bottle of lemonade and an ice cream cone.

“Oh, how thoughtful,” Lucifer replied, leaning against Adam’s arm in a way that left no room for anyone else to stand too close. He glanced at the cat hybrid, his smile sharpening just a fraction. “I didn’t know you were such a good multitasker—chatting and shopping at the same time.”

The omega looked between them, clearly sensing the sudden shift in the air.

“W-well, um, enjoy your day!” she chirped nervously before quickly retreating to the other side of her cart.

Lucifer watched her go with satisfaction before turning his full attention back to Adam, who was now giving him a puzzled look.

“Luci, are you okay?” Adam asked, tilting his head.

Lucifer just smiled sweetly, looping his arm through Adam’s and pressing closer.

“I’m perfect now,” he said, his purring returning as he tugged Adam back toward their tree.

Adam, as usual, didn’t suspect a thing. He plopped down beneath the apple tree with a contented sigh, the sunlight filtering through the branches and dappling his messy brown hair in warm golden hues. He stretched his legs out lazily, taking a long sip of his lemonade, completely unaware of the storm brewing beside him.

Lucifer sat close—too close by anyone else's standards, though Adam didn’t seem to notice. The bunny hybrid’s sharp blue eyes were trained across the park, locked on the red-haired omega, Eve, who was doing her best to focus on her customers despite the metaphorical daggers being glared her way.

“She’s really nice, Luci,” Adam said excitedly, breaking the silence and pulling Lucifer’s attention back to him—briefly, anyway.

“Who is?” Lucifer asked, feigning ignorance though his ears twitched irritably.

“Eve!” Adam exclaimed, a grin spreading across his face. “You know, the red-haired girl at the vendor. She’s new to the city, just like I was when I first moved here.”

His green eyes sparkled as he spoke, completely oblivious to the tension radiating from Lucifer. “She told me she’s from Eden Town too! Can you believe that? We’re practically neighbors!”

Lucifer’s stomach twisted unpleasantly. Of course she was from Eden. Of course, she had to come along and have that in common with Adam, a connection Lucifer could never share. He’d only known Adam after he moved to Pentagram City, after Adam’s life in Eden Town was already a thing of the past. Lucifer had never even seen Eden Town—only the pictures Adam occasionally showed him, full of rolling green hills and small, cozy cottages. It was an idyllic place, nothing like the bustling chaos of Pentagram City.

And now she had a piece of Adam’s past that Lucifer could never touch.

“Oh,” Lucifer said flatly, his arms crossing over his chest. His sharp claws tapped against his sleeves as his gaze flicked back to Eve, who was doing her best to avoid looking in his direction. “How… nice.”

Adam either didn’t hear the edge in Lucifer’s tone or didn’t think anything of it. He was too busy rambling, his voice full of excitement. “She even remembered some of the old bakeries I used to go to as a kid! We talked about the apple pies from Mrs. Green’s shop, and—oh, Luce, you’d love them! They’re so much better than the ones here. I told her all about you too.”

Lucifer blinked, startled by the sudden mention of himself.

“You… did?” he asked warily, his ears twitching again.

“Yeah! I told her I had this amazing best friend who always looks out for me and keeps me company.” Adam beamed at him, completely unaware of how much those simple words made Lucifer’s chest tighten. “She said she’d love to meet you properly sometime.”

Lucifer’s sharp gaze darted back to Eve, who was nervously handing a customer a popsicle while glancing over her shoulder every few seconds, no doubt feeling the weight of his glare.

“Mmm,” he hummed noncommittally.

“She’s really sweet,” Adam continued, leaning back against the tree with a dreamy expression. “I think you two would get along if you gave her a chance. She kind of reminds me of you, actually! She’s got that same sharp tongue and a little bit of sass, you know?”

Lucifer’s jaw tightened. Did he just compare me to her?

Across the park, Eve glanced nervously in their direction again, her golden eyes catching Lucifer’s icy blue ones. She paled visibly, almost dropping a bottle of water she was handing to a kid. Lucifer didn’t even bother to hide the venom in his gaze, silently daring her to keep talking to Adam.

Back under the tree, Adam let out a soft laugh, completely oblivious to the invisible war happening across the park. “It’s funny, though. She was just as surprised as I was to meet someone else from Eden. She said she hasn’t been back in years either. Can you imagine that? Two people from such a tiny town, meeting here of all places?”

Lucifer’s ears flattened against his head, his nose twitching as he fought the urge to thump his foot again.

“How… quaint,” he muttered through gritted teeth.

Adam, predictably, didn’t notice. “I was thinking we could all hang out sometime. Maybe I can introduce her to the park? Or we could take her to the diner! You think she’d like that?”

Lucifer resisted the urge to snap his lemonade bottle in half.

“I’m sure she’d love it,” he replied, his voice tight but deceptively sweet.

Adam finally turned his attention fully to Lucifer, tilting his head in confusion. “You okay, Luce? You’re kind of quiet.”

Lucifer forced a smile, his sharp teeth glinting. “Oh, I’m just wonderful, Adam,” he purred, leaning closer until their shoulders touched. “It’s not every day I get to hear about how amazing and sweet your new friend is.”

Adam blinked, clearly missing the sarcasm. “Right? She’s great!”

Lucifer’s smile twitched dangerously, his gaze flicking back to Eve. She was now desperately trying to ignore him, her tail puffed out as she focused on the line of customers.

“Well,” Lucifer said, his voice taking on a saccharine tone, “I suppose I’ll just have to meet this Eve of yours properly someday.”

His claws curled into the grass beneath him. “It’ll be… enlightening.”

Adam grinned, completely oblivious. “Yeah, I think you two would really hit it off!”

Lucifer’s smile didn’t waver, though his thoughts were anything but pleasant.

Not if I have anything to say about it.

~#~

The following week had been nothing short of torture for Lucifer. His heat was approaching fast—he could feel the simmering warmth in his veins, the subtle ache in his body, and the heightened sensitivity that made everything seem sharper, from the rustling of leaves to the way Adam’s scent lingered in the air around him. Normally, he’d enjoy this time of year. It was an excuse to be a little clingier, to lure Adam closer, to tempt him with everything he had to offer.

But this week? This week, Adam had been bouncing around like an overenthusiastic puppy, grinning from ear to ear, and all of it—all of it—was because of her.

Eve.

That blasted red-haired omega had apparently wormed her way into Adam’s world in the blink of an eye, and Lucifer couldn’t stand it. He’d tried everything to redirect Adam’s attention, to remind him that he was the one Adam should be spending time with, but every attempt was met with oblivious smiles and excited chatter about how "nice" Eve was or how "cool" it was to have someone from Eden Town nearby.

And today? Today was the last straw.

Lucifer was curled up on the couch in Adam’s apartment, his chin resting on his palm as his sharp blue eyes followed Adam darting around the room. The wolf was gathering a small pile of things—snacks, a board game, and a ridiculous-looking scarf—and humming happily to himself. His tail wagged faintly, completely unaware of the storm brewing in the bunny hybrid sitting mere feet away.

“What are you doing?” Lucifer finally snapped, his voice sharper than intended.

Adam paused mid-step, tilting his head in that endearing way that always made Lucifer’s heart flutter despite himself. “Oh, I forgot to tell you, Luce!” Adam beamed, completely missing Lucifer’s irritated tone. “Eve and I made plans to hang out at her place tonight! She invited me over, and I said yes—obviously. I mean, how cool is that? I haven’t had a proper hangout with someone from Eden in forever!”

Lucifer’s eye twitched. How cool is that? Very uncool, actually. So uncool it made his teeth ache and his claws dig into the cushion beneath him. “Her place, huh?” he said flatly, his nose twitching as he tried to keep his jealousy at bay. “Sounds… fun.”

“It will be!” Adam grinned, completely oblivious to Lucifer’s lack of enthusiasm. “She said she’s making this apple pie recipe that’s been in her family for generations. I mean, how could I say no to that?”

Lucifer’s ears flicked irritably. Apple pie. He didn’t care about apple pie. What he cared about was the fact that Adam was running off to spend the evening with another omega when his omega was sitting right here, practically radiating need.

“Well,” Lucifer began, trying to keep his voice steady, “that’s… nice, I guess. But, you know, my heat is fast approaching.” He leaned forward slightly, his sharp blue eyes locking on Adam’s. “I could really use some company. You’ve always been so good at taking care of me, Adam. Maybe you could…” He trailed off, letting the suggestion hang in the air like bait.

Adam blinked, his green eyes wide and innocent. “Oh, yeah, your heat’s coming up, huh?” He tilted his head again, clearly thinking. “You want me to bring you something from Eve’s? Like some pie or something? I’m sure she’d be happy to share!”

Lucifer’s jaw nearly dropped. Pie? Did this dense wolf really think pie was what he needed right now? His claws dug deeper into the cushion as he forced a smile, though it was strained. “No, Adam. I meant I’d like you to stay with me. Here. During my heat.”

Adam’s ears perked up as if the idea had just occurred to him. “Oh! You mean like last time, when I helped you out with the water and stuff? Sure! Just let me know when it starts, and I’ll swing by after my hangout with Eve. That way you won’t be lonely!”

Lucifer stared at him, his patience hanging by a thread. He’d been dropping hints all week, trying to make Adam understand what he wanted—what he needed. And yet, here they were, with Adam smiling at him like everything was perfectly fine, completely unaware that he’d just stomped all over Lucifer’s carefully laid plans.

“That’s… great, Adam,” Lucifer said through gritted teeth, his tail flicking in agitation. “I’m sure that’ll be just perfect.”

“Awesome!” Adam said cheerfully, oblivious to the sarcasm dripping from Lucifer’s words. He grabbed his pile of things and headed for the door, pausing only to flash one last grin at Lucifer. “Wish me luck with the pie! And don’t worry—I’ll bring you a slice if there’s any left!”

Lucifer watched as Adam disappeared out the door, leaving him alone in the apartment. The second the door clicked shut, he let out a frustrated growl, his foot thumping furiously against the floor.

Pie. He thinks I want pie.

Lucifer flopped back against the couch, his arms crossed over his chest as his ears flattened in frustration. Adam might have been oblivious, but Lucifer was quickly realizing that this level of cluelessness was bordering on sabotage.

Still, as much as he wanted to stay mad, he knew he wouldn’t. Adam had a way of melting his resolve with a single smile, and Lucifer hated how much power the wolf unknowingly held over him.

But if Eve thought she could steal Adam’s attention for much longer, she had another thing coming

Lucifer sat on the couch, seething quietly, his claws tapping rhythmically against the fabric as his mind spiralled.

Thump. Thump. Thump. His foot hit the bottom of coach repeatedly.

The nerve of Adam, running off to spend the evening with her. The thought of the wolf laughing, smiling, and sharing stories with that red-haired omega made his skin crawl. It wasn’t fair. Adam was his, whether the dense wolf realized it or not. And yet, here he was, abandoning Lucifer during the most vulnerable time of his year for some pie and idle chatter.

The jealousy and possessiveness that simmered beneath Lucifer’s skin began to boil. His sharp teeth clenched as his foot started tapping irritably against the floor. It wasn’t just frustration anymore—it was an overwhelming, instinctual need to be near Adam, to remind him who he belonged to.

Suddenly, Lucifer shot to his feet, his ears flicking upright as if struck by an idea.

“Wait!” he shouted, loud enough to echo in the empty apartment.

Without giving himself a chance to hesitate, he bolted for the door, yanking it open and charging into the hallway.

Adam was just a few steps ahead, leisurely making his way toward the elevator with his arms full of snacks and games. He turned at the sound of Lucifer’s voice, his green eyes wide with surprise.

“Luci?”

“I’m coming too!” Lucifer declared, stomping toward him with determination.

Adam blinked in surprise before breaking into a grin. “Really? That’s great!”

He adjusted the pile in his arms and started walking again, this time with Lucifer stalking alongside him.

“You know, I was kind of worried you didn’t like her,” Adam admitted with a sheepish chuckle. “Even before you met her!”

Lucifer’s eye twitched, but he managed to keep his expression neutral.

“What would give you that idea?” he muttered, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

Adam, predictably, didn’t pick up on it. “I don’t know! You just seemed kinda… grumpy whenever I mentioned her.”

He grinned at Lucifer, completely oblivious to the bunny hybrid’s increasingly murderous glare. “But I guess I was wrong! I mean, you wouldn’t be coming along if you didn’t want to get to know her, right?”

Lucifer didn’t answer, his sharp blue eyes narrowing as he stalked alongside Adam, his body language radiating pure territorial energy. Every instinct in his body screamed that this wasn’t about “getting to know” anyone. It was about making sure that Eve knew exactly where she stood—and that Adam knew exactly who had always been there for him.

“Yeah,” Adam continued, completely oblivious to Lucifer’s mood. “This is gonna be so much fun! I think you’ll really like her, Luci. She’s funny, and she’s got this great laugh—”

Lucifer’s ears flattened, his nose twitching in irritation. He didn’t care about her laugh or her personality or any other detail Adam seemed intent on sharing. As far as Lucifer was concerned, this wasn’t about her at all.

“She better be as amazing as you keep saying,” Lucifer muttered darkly, his tail flicking behind him as they stepped into the elevator.

Adam laughed, completely missing the threat in Lucifer’s tone. “Oh, she is! Just wait. You two are gonna hit it off, I can feel it!”

Lucifer crossed his arms, leaning against the elevator wall with a scowl.

Not if I can help it, he thought, his sharp teeth glinting as he forced himself to play nice. For now.

As Lucifer walked alongside Adam toward the elevator, his mind was a storm of schemes and ideas. He needed to act fast—tonight. There was no way he was going to let Eve or anyone else think Adam was free for the taking. He’s mine. He’s always been mine, Lucifer thought, his blue eyes narrowing as he considered his options.

Maybe he could scent-mark Adam in front of her—subtly, of course. He could rub his cheek against Adam’s shoulder, or "accidentally" lean against him too closely. If Eve had half a brain, she’d get the message. Or better yet, Lucifer could start using more overt language around Adam, referring to him as “his wolf” or “his beta.” Eve wouldn’t dare make a move after that.

Then again, maybe it wasn’t enough to just claim Adam subtly. Maybe he needed to tell Eve directly. Something casual but clear, like, “Adam’s mine, so don’t even think about it.”

No, that might make Adam suspicious—or worse, confused. The last thing Lucifer needed was for Adam to ask why he was acting so weird.

As Lucifer’s mind raced with increasingly elaborate plans, Adam continued rambling on beside him, completely unaware of the bunny hybrid’s growing possessiveness. Lucifer wasn’t really listening, but he found himself watching Adam’s face instead—the way his green eyes crinkled at the corners when he smiled, the way his lips tilted lopsidedly when he laughed. It made Lucifer’s heart ache in the best and worst way.

Why does he have to be so oblivious?

Eventually, they reached a tall, glossy apartment building with sleek black gates that glinted under the evening sun. The place was unnecessarily flashy and high-end, and it made Lucifer’s mood sour further. He muttered under his breath as the gates opened, the soft hum of machinery doing little to distract him from Adam’s giddy energy.

“Wow, this place is nice, huh?” Adam said, practically bouncing on his feet as they walked up to the entrance.

Lucifer didn’t respond. His foot had started thumping against the ground in irritation as they made their way to Eve’s door.

“Uh, Luci? You okay?” Adam asked, glancing at him with a raised brow.

Lucifer froze for a second, his foot halting mid-thump.

“Fine,” he muttered. “Completely fine.”

Before Adam could press further, the door swung open to reveal Eve, who looked just as bubbly and enthusiastic as Adam had described. She was practically bouncing on her feet, her bright red hair framing her face in loose curls. Her expression lit up even further when she spotted Lucifer.

“Adam! You’re here! I’m so happy!” she chirped before turning her attention to the bunny hybrid. “And you brought the famous Lucifer you told us all about!”

Lucifer forced a smile, though it was anything but genuine.

“Yeah, that’s me,” he said flatly.

Adam grinned and greeted Eve enthusiastically, completely missing the tension in Lucifer’s voice. “Come in, come in!” Eve said, stepping aside to let them through. Then she turned her head and called out, “Lilith! Adam’s here!”

Lucifer’s ears perked up in confusion.

“Lilith?” he muttered, his brows furrowing as a tall, slim lion hybrid strolled into view.

She had golden hair that shimmered in the light, piercing amber eyes, and an aura of effortless confidence. What really caught Lucifer’s attention, though, was the clear mating bite on her neck.

“Oh, right!” Adam said, snapping his fingers as if he’d just remembered something. “Luci, this is Lilith!”

He gestured to the lion hybrid, who gave a small, amused smirk.

Lucifer blinked, his confusion only growing as Lilith walked over to Eve and casually slipped an arm around her waist. Eve beamed up at her mate, grabbing her hand and squeezing it affectionately.

“Nice to meet you, Lucifer,” Lilith said smoothly, her tone friendly but laced with amusement. “Adam’s told us all about you.”

Lucifer stared at her, his mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water.

“Luci, say something! You’re being rude to Eve’s mate,” Adam pouted, his green eyes flicking to him in disappointment.

“Eve’s… mate?” Lucifer finally breathed out, the words feeling foreign on his tongue.

His ears twitched as the realization hit him like a brick. Eve had a mate. She had a mate this whole time. The jealousy that had been eating away at him all week evaporated in an instant, replaced by a flood of relief so overwhelming it made his knees weak.

Eve laughed, clearly amused by Lucifer’s reaction.

“I know, it’s surprising, right? Lilith’s such a knockout!” She leaned against Lilith’s side, grinning up at her mate.

Lilith smirked, her sharp amber eyes meeting Lucifer’s with a knowing glint in them. “You thought Eve was single, didn’t you?”

Lucifer blinked rapidly, feeling both foolish and ridiculously relieved. “Uh…”

“Don’t worry,” Lilith said, her smirk widening. “You wouldn’t be the first.”

Adam, blissfully unaware of Lucifer’s internal meltdown, clapped his hands together. “See, Luci? I told you Eve was great! And now you get to meet Lilith too. Isn’t this awesome?”

Lucifer forced a stiff nod, still trying to process the situation. “Yeah. Awesome.”

As Eve and Adam launched into another conversation, Lucifer silently swore to himself that he’d never doubt his instincts again—though a tiny part of him was grateful for the misunderstanding. At least now, his wolf was safe from her.

The evening dragged on, and despite knowing Eve was mated, Lucifer couldn’t quite shake the gnawing unease that twisted in his chest every time she and Adam shared a joke. Their laughter rang out, light and carefree, but it only served to deepen his scowl. He sat off to the side, arms crossed and cheeks puffed out in a pout that would have been cute if it weren’t so stormy.

Lilith, reclining on the couch across from him, watched with barely contained amusement. Every time Lucifer glared daggers at Eve, she let out a soft snort, clearly enjoying the show. Lucifer’s sharp blue eyes flicked to her more than once, his foot beginning its signature thump against the floor whenever her smirk grew too wide.

To make matters worse, somehow, by the end of the night, Lucifer found himself roped into washing up in Eve’s fancy kitchen—with Lilith of all people. He stood by the sink, his cherry-red lips twisted into a sulky pout as he scrubbed a dish with more force than necessary. Soap bubbles clung to his fingers as he grumbled under his breath, his fluffy ears drooping slightly.

“Why did Adam have to come here?” he muttered to himself. “Why couldn’t he have stayed at my apartment like he always does?”

Lilith, drying dishes beside him, raised a golden brow and let out a low chuckle.

“You really are something else, bunny boy,” she said, her voice carrying that easy confidence that had grated on Lucifer all evening.

He shot her a glare. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means,” Lilith drawled, leaning her hip against the counter as she waved a dish towel lazily, “You’ve been glaring at Eve all night like you want to take her head off. Even though you know she’s my mate.”

Her amber eyes glinted with amusement. “You’ve got it bad for that wolf of yours, don’t you?”

Lucifer froze, his hands gripping the edge of the sink as his ears twitched. He avoided her gaze, staring at the soapy water as if it held all the answers in the world.

“…Is it that obvious?” he muttered after a long pause.

Lilith laughed, a deep and rich sound that filled the kitchen. “Oh, come on, Lucifer. You’ve been glaring daggers at Eve all night, even when she wasn’t doing anything. And the way you look at Adam? It’s painfully obvious. Even to me, and I don’t have a wolf’s sense of smell.”

Lucifer’s cheeks flushed a deep pink, his nose twitching in embarrassment.

“It’s… it’s not that simple,” he admitted quietly, his voice uncharacteristically soft. He sighed, setting down the dish he’d been scrubbing and turning to face her. “I’ve been in love with Adam since we were pups.”

Lilith hummed thoughtfully, her amber eyes narrowing slightly as she listened. “That long, huh?”

Lucifer nodded, his ears drooping slightly as he stared at the floor. “Adam moved to Pentagram City when he was young. We’ve been attached at the hip ever since.”

He let out a bitter laugh, his lips curling into a faint, self-deprecating smile.

“But obviously, he doesn’t know. And it’s not for a lack of trying. If I had my way…” He trailed off, his cheeks darkening further as he muttered, “Let’s just say Adam would have a sore ass for a month at least.”

Lilith burst out laughing at that, doubling over as she clutched her stomach.

“Oh, I’m surprised,” she said between chuckles. “I would’ve thought Adam would’ve been the one to… you know.”

Lucifer rolled his eyes, grabbing another dish to scrub just to have something to do with his hands.

“Yeah, well. Adam’s too oblivious to catch on. I’ve thrown myself at him a hundred times, and he still doesn’t get it.”

Lilith shook her head, still grinning. “He’s a special one, that’s for sure. But you really love him, huh?”

Lucifer glanced at her out of the corner of his eye, his sharp blue gaze softening for just a moment. “…Yeah. I do.”

For a moment, the kitchen was quiet except for the soft clinking of dishes. Then Lucifer frowned, his curiosity getting the better of him as he turned to Lilith with a furrowed brow. “What are you exactly?”

Lilith blinked, caught off guard by the abrupt question, before flashing a cocky smirk.

“I’m a beta,” she said simply, her tone dripping with pride.

Lucifer’s eyes widened in surprise. “You’re a beta?”

“Yup,” Lilith said, popping the “p” as she leaned casually against the counter. “Why? Surprised someone like me could bag an omega like Eve?”

Lucifer blinked, clearly taken aback.

“I mean… yeah, kind of,” he admitted bluntly.

Lilith laughed again, tossing the dish towel onto the counter. “Don’t underestimate a beta, bunny boy. We’re full of surprises.”

Lucifer huffed, his lips twitching into a reluctant smirk as he returned to scrubbing the dishes. Maybe Lilith wasn’t so bad after all.

Lucifer dried his hands on a dish towel, his ears twitching as curiosity got the better of him. “Alright,” he started, glancing at Lilith, “since we’re stuck here anyway… how did you and Eve even get together? How long have you two been a thing?”

Lilith’s smirk softened, and for the first time that evening, her confident, cocky demeanor melted into something gentler. Her amber eyes sparkled as she leaned back against the counter, clearly reliving a fond memory. “We’ve been together for about five years now,” she said, her voice softening. “But I first met her when she started working at that little café in Eden. You know, back when she was just trying to make ends meet.”

Lucifer raised a brow, crossing his arms as he leaned against the counter beside her. “Let me guess, you swept her off her feet?”

Lilith chuckled, shaking her head. “Not even close. I was the clumsy idiot who spilled hot coffee all over her on her first day.”

Lucifer blinked in surprise before letting out a sharp laugh. “Seriously?”

“Yup.” Lilith’s grin grew wider, though it carried a hint of sheepishness. “She was so tiny back then, this adorable little ball of nerves. I thought she was going to bite my head off when I ruined her apron, but…” Her gaze softened further, and she smiled fondly. “Instead, she just laughed. Said it was her fault for being so jittery.”

Lucifer tilted his head, intrigued despite himself. “And that’s how it started?”

Lilith nodded. “Pretty much. I couldn’t stop going back to that café after that. Not for the coffee—it was awful, by the way—but for her.” She let out a soft chuckle. “She’d always give me this big, bright smile whenever I walked in, like she was genuinely happy to see me. It was addictive.”

Lucifer’s lips twitched into a faint smile despite himself. “So when did you finally make a move?”

Lilith’s ears flicked, and she let out a playful groan. “Oh, that took forever. She’s oblivious in her own way, you know? I flirted, I brought her flowers, I even learned to bake so I could give her cookies. But she just thought I was being friendly.”

Lucifer snorted. “Sounds familiar.”

Lilith shot him a knowing smirk. “Yeah, I figured you’d relate. Anyway, it wasn’t until I outright told her, ‘Eve, I’m in love with you, and if you don’t go out with me, I might just cry,’ that she finally got it.”

Lucifer stared at her, incredulous. “You said that?”

Lilith shrugged, grinning unapologetically. “Hey, desperate times call for desperate measures. And it worked. She looked at me like I’d just told her the sky was pink, then she smiled—this huge, blinding smile—and said, ‘Well, why didn’t you just say so?’”

Lucifer found himself smiling too, despite his earlier irritation. “She really said that?”

“Yup.” Lilith’s gaze grew distant, filled with warmth. “Our first date was the next day. I took her to this little flower field on the outskirts of Eden. She loved it so much, she wouldn’t stop talking about it for weeks. That’s when I knew I was screwed. She’d completely stolen my heart.”

Lucifer’s ears twitched as he watched her, noting the absolute adoration in her expression. It was so obvious Lilith adored Eve, and it was… well, it was kind of nice, he supposed. He hadn’t expected to like Lilith at all, but seeing how much she loved her mate made it hard to dislike her.

“You really love her, huh?” he asked, his voice quieter.

Lilith smiled, her eyes crinkling at the corners. “More than anything,” she said simply. “She’s my everything.”

For a moment, the two stood in silence, the soft clinking of dishes and the hum of conversation from the living room filling the air. Lucifer found himself lost in thought, his mind drifting to Adam and how much he wanted something like that for himself.

“You know,” Lilith said suddenly, breaking the silence, “you could have this too, bunny boy.”

Lucifer blinked, snapping out of his thoughts to glare half-heartedly at her. “What are you talking about?”

Lilith smirked knowingly. “Adam. You just have to stop waiting for him to figure it out and tell him already. If Eve can fall for a disaster like me, your wolf doesn’t stand a chance.”

Lucifer opened his mouth to retort, but no words came out. Instead, he turned back to the sink, his ears drooping slightly.

“…Yeah,” he muttered, more to himself than to her. “Maybe.”

Lilith tilted her head, her golden mane catching the soft light from the kitchen. She set down the dish she’d been drying, crossing her arms as she studied Lucifer. “Okay, so… serious question, bunny boy.”

Lucifer grumbled at the nickname but didn’t interrupt, keeping his eyes focused on the suds swirling in the sink.

“Why don’t you just tell Adam how you feel?” Lilith asked bluntly. “I mean, let’s face it, the guy’s as oblivious as they come. Subtle hints? Suggestive comments? That stuff’s not going to work on someone like him. You’ve gotta be direct.”

Lucifer stiffened, his sharp ears twitching. He gritted his teeth, refusing to meet her gaze. “It’s not that simple,” he muttered.

Lilith leaned against the counter, arching a brow. “Why not? You’re practically attached at the hip. He obviously adores you. I’m pretty sure if you just said, ‘Hey, I love you, let’s mate,’ he’d wag his tail and say yes.”

The corner of Lucifer’s mouth twitched, but the usual snarky comeback didn’t come. He scrubbed at a plate a little too hard, his shoulders tense. “You don’t get it,” he finally said, his voice quieter.

Lilith straightened, her expression softening. “Then help me get it,” she said, her tone gentle now. “What’s holding you back?”

Lucifer hesitated, the plate in his hands forgotten as he stared down at the soapy water. For a long moment, he didn’t speak, his lips pressed into a thin line. Finally, he exhaled, his voice barely above a whisper.

“…I’m scared.”

Lilith blinked in surprise, her sharp features softening further. “Scared? Of what?”

Lucifer’s cherry-red lips twisted into a bitter smile. “Rejection,” he admitted, his voice trembling just slightly. “Yeah, I tease him. I drop hints. I even… even suggest things like sharing my heat. But there’s comfort in knowing he’s too clueless to catch on. It’s safe. If he doesn’t know, he can’t reject me.”

Lilith frowned, her amber eyes narrowing thoughtfully. “You think he’d reject you?”

Lucifer shrugged, the motion stiff and defensive. “I don’t know. Maybe. Adam’s always been… different. Sweet, yeah. Loyal, absolutely. But he doesn’t see himself the way I see him. He thinks he’s just a beta, just some nobody. And what if—what if he thinks I deserve more? Someone stronger? Someone who can give me what he thinks I need?”

Lilith sighed, leaning forward to rest her arms on the counter. “That’s a lot of ‘what-ifs,’ bunny boy. You’re making yourself miserable over something that might not even happen.”

Lucifer let out a dry laugh, his ears drooping. “Yeah, well, welcome to my life.”

Lilith tilted her head, watching him carefully. “You know,” she said after a moment, her voice lighter, “Eve said something to me once, back when I was trying to work up the courage to confess to her. I was terrified too, thought for sure she’d laugh me off or say no. But she told me, ‘Sometimes you just have to jump, even if you don’t know where you’ll land. Because what if you’re jumping into something amazing?’”

Lucifer glanced at her out of the corner of his eye, his expression skeptical. “That’s… really cheesy.”

Lilith smirked, shrugging. “Yeah, but it worked. And look at us now.”

Lucifer huffed, turning back to the dishes. “Easy for you to say. Eve’s not oblivious. Adam would probably wag his tail and say, ‘Oh, that’s nice,’ and then go on with his day.”

Lilith snorted. “Maybe. Or maybe he’d wag his tail and tackle you in a giant wolf hug because he’s been waiting for you to say something all along.”

Lucifer paused, his hands stilling in the soapy water. The thought made his chest ache, a strange mix of hope and fear.

“…I don’t know if I’m ready to jump,” he admitted quietly.

Lilith reached over and lightly flicked one of his floppy ears, smirking when he yelped and glared at her. “Then take your time, bunny boy. But don’t wait too long. Someone else might decide to jump first, and I don’t think you’d handle that well.”

Lucifer scowled, his cheeks flushing. “No one’s jumping anywhere near my wolf.”

Lilith laughed, straightening up and grabbing another dish to dry. “There’s the possessive bunny I know. Keep that fire, Luci. You’re gonna need it.”

~#~

The two of them walked through the dimly lit streets of Pentagram City, the hum of distant chatter and the occasional honk of a car filling the air. Lucifer felt lighter somehow, his earlier agitation easing as he glanced over at Adam. His wolf trotted along beside him, hands stuffed into his hoodie pockets, his posture a little slouched as though he were waiting for judgment.

Adam cleared his throat and peeked over at Lucifer, his voice hesitant.

“So… what did you think of Eve and Lilith? They’re nice, right?”

Lucifer hummed thoughtfully, dragging out his response just to tease him. He watched as Adam’s head drooped slightly, his floppy wolf ears tilting downward like a scolded pup. His lower lip jutted out in a soft pout, his green eyes big and shiny as he peeked up at Lucifer through his lashes.

The sight was almost too much for Lucifer to handle. His heart gave a little lurch, and his earlier jealousy evaporated, replaced by a wave of fondness.

“Oi, stop that,” he said with a snort, smirking as he crossed his arms. “Don’t pout. You’re too handsome to be making a face like that.”

Adam blinked in surprise, his cheeks flushing a faint pink as he looked up properly.

“You really think I’m handsome?” he asked shyly, his ears perking up slightly.

Lucifer couldn’t help but laugh, his sharp teeth glinting under the streetlights.

“Obviously,” he said with a playful grin. “Haven’t you noticed all the people staring at you whenever we’re out? You’re a total heartthrob, Adam.”

Adam’s blush deepened, and he let out an awkward chuckle, scratching the back of his neck. “I dunno about that…”

Lucifer rolled his eyes affectionately, shaking his head.

“Anyway,” he continued, “about your new friends. At first, I wasn’t so sure about Eve. She’s a little too sweet, you know? It was… suspicious.”

Adam frowned slightly, his tail drooping. “Oh…”

Lucifer held up a hand to stop him. “But after meeting Lilith and spending more time with them… yeah, I like them. They’re good people. Eve’s lucky to have someone like Lilith, and Lilith’s clearly head over heels for her.”

Adam gasped, his face lighting up like a kid on Christmas morning.

“Really? You like them?” he asked excitedly, his tail suddenly wagging with such force that it was thumping against his legs. “I’m so glad! I was worried you wouldn’t, but I knew you’d come around!”

Lucifer couldn’t hold back his laughter, his chest shaking as he pointed at Adam’s wagging tail. “Look at you,” he teased, stepping closer. “You’re like a happy little puppy.”

Adam blinked, glancing back at his tail before letting out an embarrassed laugh. “I didn’t even notice!”

Lucifer grinned, his blue eyes sparkling with amusement. “You’re hopeless.”

Then, without thinking, he stood on his tiptoes and reached out, ruffling Adam’s messy brown hair and scratching lightly behind his ears.

Adam froze for a moment, his green eyes wide as his blush spread further across his cheeks. He let out a soft, involuntary noise—a mix between a sigh and a whine—that made Lucifer’s heart skip a beat.

“See? Good boy,” Lucifer teased gently, though his voice had softened, his gaze warm as he stared up at Adam.

Adam swallowed hard, his face burning, but he didn’t pull away. Instead, he muttered, “You’re so weird, Luci.”

Lucifer chuckled, dropping back down onto his heels. “Takes one to know one, mutt.”

Adam laughed, his earlier shyness fading as he nudged Lucifer’s shoulder with his own. “Yeah, yeah. Whatever you say, bunny boy.”

They walked the rest of the way back to Lucifer’s apartment like that—close, comfortable, and filled with a warmth that made Lucifer’s heart ache just a little less. For now, this was enough. For now.

maybe someday he won’t be too frightened about taking the leap…

~#~

Lucifer’s golden ears twitched erratically as his sharp blue eyes followed Adam’s every move, narrowing each time he laughed with Eve. They were huddled over some glossy magazine, their heads nearly touching as they flipped through the pages, pointing and giggling like a pair of pups. Lucifer’s foot began to thump against the floor, starting slow before picking up pace, a telltale sign of his brewing irritation.

"Alright, that’s enough of that." Lilith’s smooth, amused voice cut through his internal storm, and before Lucifer could protest, the lioness grabbed his arm and hauled him off the couch.

“Hey!” Lucifer yelped, glaring at her as she dragged him toward the kitchen.

“Help me prepare the drinks,” she said with feigned nonchalance, though her golden eyes gleamed with mischievous intent.

Lucifer grumbled under his breath, muttering about how he wasn’t some waiter. As soon as they entered the kitchen, out of sight and earshot of the others, he spun on his heel to face Lilith, arms crossed. “What’s your problem, huh?”

Lilith leaned casually against the counter, crossing her arms in return, her lips quirking into a sly smirk. “My problem? Oh, bunny, you’re the one with the problem.”

Lucifer scowled, his fluffy ears folding back slightly. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Lilith’s chuckle was low and knowing. “Oh, please. You’ve been glaring daggers at Eve for the past hour, and your foot’s been thumping so hard I thought you might crack our fancy floorboards. For someone who knows she’s mated to me, you sure act like she’s your competition.”

Lucifer’s cheeks flushed a deep red, his sharp teeth grinding together.

“I am not jealous,” he hissed, though the stomp of his foot betrayed him.

Lilith snorted, tossing her golden hair over her shoulder. “Right, and I’m secretly a unicorn. Come on, Luci. Just admit it—you’re a possessive little bunny who doesn’t like to share his wolf.”

Lucifer’s eyes narrowed further, his blush deepening as he pointed a finger at her. “First of all, my wolf is mine, got it? And second, Eve’s too… too…” He trailed off, waving his hands as if the words would come to him.

“Too friendly?” Lilith supplied helpfully, her grin widening.

“Yes!” Lucifer barked, glaring at her. “Too friendly. She’s all up in his space, and they keep laughing at dumb things I don’t understand! It’s—ugh—it’s infuriating.”

Lilith raised an eyebrow, clearly enjoying his little tirade. “You do realize Eve’s just as in love with me as you are with Adam, right?”

Lucifer spluttered, his ears flicking as he looked away, his blush spreading to the tips of his ears.

“I—I know that! Doesn’t mean I have to like them being so… so…” He waved his hand again, searching for the word.

“Friendly,” Lilith repeated, laughing.

“Exactly!” Lucifer snapped, stomping his foot again.

Lilith reached over and patted him on the shoulder, her grin softening into something more teasing than sharp. “You’re hopeless, bunny. Completely and utterly hopeless.”

Lucifer swatted her hand away, his glare lacking any real venom. “Shut up.”

Lilith chuckled, turning to grab some glasses from the cupboard. “You know, you’re lucky Adam’s as dense as a bag of rocks. If he wasn’t, he’d probably think you hated Eve with how much you scowl every time she breathes in his direction.”

“I don’t hate her,” Lucifer mumbled, crossing his arms again. “She’s… fine.”

“Wow,” Lilith said dryly, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “That’s high praise coming from you.”

Lucifer huffed, grabbing a bottle of sparkling water from the counter. “Why are we even talking about this? Shouldn’t you be the one jealous? Eve spends all her time with Adam, not you.”

Lilith laughed outright at that, the sound deep and rich. “Oh, sweetie. Eve comes home to me. I know where her heart is. I know how she quivers under me, she knows who she belongs to and she makes the cute little sounds.”

She glanced at Lucifer, her smirk returning. “The real question is, when are you gonna make sure Adam knows where yours is?”

Lucifer froze for a moment, his grip tightening on the bottle.

“…None of your business,” he muttered, his ears drooping slightly.

Lilith leaned closer, lowering her voice conspiratorially. “You’ve got two choices, bunny. Keep pouting and glaring from a distance, or actually do something about it.”

Lucifer shot her a glare, though it lacked its usual fire. “I’ll do it when I’m ready.”

Lilith shrugged, picking up the tray of glasses. “Fine. But don’t wait too long. You might not have to worry about Eve, but there’s plenty of other wolves who’d jump at the chance to claim your Adam.”

The thought sent a sharp pang through Lucifer’s chest, and his jaw tightened as he followed Lilith back to the living room.

As he watched Adam’s face light up at something Eve said, his resolve hardened. Lilith was right—he couldn’t let anyone else swoop in. One way or another, Adam would know exactly who he belonged to.

Lilith and Lucifer returned to the living room, Lilith gracefully sliding onto the couch beside Eve, who immediately brightened at her mate’s presence. She leaned into Lilith’s side with a soft preen as the lion hybrid draped an arm around her shoulders. Lucifer shuffled awkwardly toward Adam, holding out the drink he’d prepared.

When Adam looked up at him, his face glowing with one of those bright, lopsided smiles, Lucifer felt his knees go weak. His hand trembled slightly as Adam eagerly grabbed the glass, his fingertips brushing Lucifer’s, sending an unexpected jolt up his arm.

“Thanks, Luci!” Adam chirped, his tail wagging lazily behind him.

Lucifer managed a grunt in response, trying not to let his soft, utterly smitten expression show. He was about to say something—anything—to prolong the moment when Eve suddenly gasped, springing to her feet like she’d been struck by lightning.

“Oh! Wait a sec!” she exclaimed, scrambling toward a chest of drawers. Eve rifled through the top drawer with an excited frenzy, her movements causing the entire piece of furniture to wobble slightly. “Adam! Look at this!”

Lucifer’s ears perked up as Eve retrieved a crumpled piece of paper, rushing back to the group and slapping it onto the coffee table with a triumphant grin. “I thought you might be interested!”

Adam blinked in surprise, leaning forward as Eve smoothed out the flyer. Lucifer’s brows furrowed as his own curiosity got the better of him. Both he and his wolf shifted forward instinctively, their sharp blue eyes scanning the words on the paper.

“IVS?” Lucifer read aloud, his voice tinged with confusion.

Eve grinned wider, tilting her head up to beam at Lilith, who responded by giving her a light squeeze. Eve leaned against her mate, preening as if showing off a prize.

“It’s this new study for betas,” she began, her voice bubbling with excitement. “You know how betas aren’t able to breed with omegas or alphas, right? Well, this study is working on changing that!”

Adam sucked in a sharp breath, his hands twisting nervously in the hem of his oversized sweater. Lucifer immediately noticed the change in Adam’s demeanor. The wolf hybrid’s ears drooped slightly, his green eyes flickering with an emotion Lucifer couldn’t place—something between nervousness and longing.

Lucifer’s gaze softened briefly, but his curiosity remained piqued.

“I’m not following,” Lucifer mumbled, his voice barely above a whisper.

Humming softly, Lilith’s golden eyes darted between the flyer and the group.

“Betas can participate in the study,” she explained, her tone more subdued. “They can either be the breeder or the one being bred.”

Lucifer’s breath hitched. The words bounced around his head like a ping-pong ball, leaving him momentarily stunned. His gaze flickered back to the flyer, his heart suddenly racing.

As a bunny omega hybrid, it was expected—no, assumed—that he would one day have kits, that he would be bred and carry children. But the idea had always made him… uneasy. Lucifer didn’t crave the thought of pregnancy, the weight of it, the vulnerability. Yet, the thought of Adam? Adam being his, filled with his babies, swollen and radiant under Lucifer’s touch?

A shiver rippled through him. His secret bunny-wolf stirred with an unsettling possessiveness, and Lucifer clenched his fists to steady himself. He refused to look at Lilith, already certain she was wearing that knowing smirk again. Stupid lion.

“How?” Adam asked weakly, his voice cracking just slightly.

Eve’s eyes sparkled as she eagerly explained, “They inject an omega or alpha’s pheromones and reproductive enhancement cells into the beta. It’s a weekly shot, and over time, the beta’s body starts adapting to believe it’s ready to breed.”

Adam bit his bottom lip, worrying it between his teeth. His green eyes seemed distant, lost in thought, and Lucifer’s instincts roared to life. His grip tightened on the edge of the coffee table, the impulse to snatch Adam and whisk him away growing stronger by the second.

“Adam?” Lucifer whispered softly, his voice uncharacteristically tender.

Adam jolted slightly, his ears flicking as he turned to face him. Blinking furiously, he offered Lucifer a sheepish smile. “Oh, right! That’s… so cool, Eve! I—I’ve got my fingers crossed for you guys!”

Frown deepening, Lucifer’s sharp eyes darted between Eve and Lilith, noticing the subtle glance they exchanged. Eve’s expression flickered with concern for a brief moment before she buried it under a bubbly laugh, nuzzling closer to Lilith.

Something wasn’t right.

Lucifer shifted his focus back to Adam, noticing how his shoulders had gone stiff, his fingers twisting his sweater into knots. Adam wasn’t just nervous—he was uneasy.

Lucifer’s gaze fell once more to the flyer. The words blurred as his thoughts churned. What was going on? What had he missed?

And more importantly, why did the idea of someone else breeding Adam make his blood boil with primal, searing jealousy?

~#~

The walk back to Lucifer’s apartment was unusually quiet. The only sounds were the gentle rustling of leaves in the evening breeze and the soft crunch of their footsteps against the pavement. Adam, typically bursting with energy and endless chatter, was subdued. His shoulders slumped slightly, and his lips were pressed into a tight, worried line.

Lucifer’s keen eyes flicked to Adam every few moments, watching the way his brows furrowed in thought, how his ears drooped as if carrying the weight of the world. A knot twisted in Lucifer’s chest, a mixture of concern and frustration. He hated seeing Adam like this—his usually radiant wolf dimmed.

The silence stretched unbearably until Lucifer, unable to hold back anymore, whispered tenderly, “You want a kid, Adam?”

The words hung in the air like a spell. Adam stiffened, his green eyes widening in shock as he turned to look at Lucifer.

“I—I…what?” he stammered, his voice barely audible.

Lucifer tilted his head, his golden ears twitching slightly.

“The IVS study,” he said softly, his tone as gentle as a summer breeze. “It’s something you’re interested in, isn’t it?”

They came to a halt under the glow of a streetlamp. Adam stared at him, his face a mixture of surprise and apprehension. Lucifer offered a small, comforting smile, stepping closer.

“You know that’s normal, right?” he murmured. “Wanting to settle down, to start a family. There’s nothing wrong with that.”

Adam’s face twisted into something raw and vulnerable, a far cry from his usual sunny demeanour.

“It’s not normal for me,” he muttered, his voice cracking at the edges.

A pang of hurt coursed through Lucifer, though he kept his voice steady. “Why isn’t it?”

Adam hesitated, his gaze dropping to the ground. For a moment, it looked like he wouldn’t answer at all. But Lucifer reached out, his fingers brushing Adam’s arm as he leaned in closer.

“It’s alright,” he breathed, his voice barely more than a whisper. “Tell me what’s wrong. You can tell me anything.”

A heavy silence passed between them, the kind that felt like the world was holding its breath. Adam turned his head away, his ears flat against his hair. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he spoke.

“I do want a child,” he admitted, the words trembling as they left his lips. “I…I want to carry my baby myself.”

Lucifer’s breath hitched, his wide blue eyes locked on Adam as his mind reeled. His. The very idea of Adam, round with life, glowing with the warmth of motherhood, sent a shiver down Lucifer’s spine. His pulse quickened, and he had to clench his hands into fists to keep from grabbing Adam then and there.

He swallowed thickly, his voice uncharacteristically soft as he said, “There’s nothing wrong with that—”

Adam cut him off with a bitter laugh, his expression twisting with frustration and self-doubt.

“Of course there is,” he snapped, gesturing to himself. “Look at me, Luci. I’m a wolf hybrid. I’m supposed to be the dominant one, the strong one. But I’m not! I—I don’t want to be the dominant one.”

His voice cracked again, and he tugged at the hem of his sweater, twisting it nervously. “I want to be…to be taken care of. I want to feel…safe. To…”

He trailed off, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment, but Lucifer’s sharp ears caught every unspoken word.

Adam took a shaky breath before continuing, his voice quieter now. “My body doesn’t know what to do with itself. I look like an alpha, but I feel like…like an omega. And I’m just a beta. Not even good at being that. Who would ever want this?”

He gestured to himself again, his voice laced with self-loathing. “Nobody, that’s who.”

Lucifer’s heart broke a little more with every word. Adam’s insecurities were a deep chasm, far deeper than Lucifer had ever imagined.

“At least,” Adam said, his voice barely above a whisper now as he turned away, “If I had a child…then maybe…at least that child would love me, right?”

The silence that followed was deafening. Lucifer’s chest tightened painfully, and his wolf growled low, demanding he do something, say something. He stepped forward, his hands itching to reach out, to hold Adam and chase away every ounce of doubt clouding his mind.

“Adam…” Lucifer’s voice was a gentle croon, his tone softer than it had ever been. When Adam didn’t turn to face him, he took another step closer. “You’re wrong.”

Adam stiffened but said nothing.

“You’re wrong,” Lucifer repeated, his voice growing firmer. “You’re not nothing, Adam. You’re…you’re everything.”

Finally, Adam turned, his green eyes shimmering with unshed tears. Lucifer’s breath caught, and he forced himself to continue, his words spilling out faster than he could think.

“You’re kind and funny and sweet, and you’re so strong—even if you don’t see it,” he said, his voice trembling. “You’re the most amazing person I’ve ever met. And anyone—anyone—would be lucky to have you.”

Adam blinked at him, his cheeks reddening as his ears flicked nervously. “Luci, I—”

“Don’t,” Lucifer cut him off gently, his own cheeks tinged pink. “Don’t say I’m just being nice. I mean it. Every word.”

The air between them crackled with an unspoken tension, and for a moment, it felt like the world had stopped spinning. Lucifer’s heart pounded in his chest as he gazed at Adam, willing him to see the truth in his eyes.

“You’re worth everything, Adam,” he whispered, his voice barely audible. “And anyone who can’t see that doesn’t deserve you.”

Lucifer’s breath hitched, his chest rising and falling as he stared at Adam, the intensity of his emotions making it difficult to find the right words. For the first time, it felt like Adam was truly seeing him. Those vibrant green eyes weren’t glazed over with daydreams or distracted thoughts. No, they were focused entirely on him, studying him as if Lucifer were something precious and rare.

"You..." Lucifer’s voice cracked, and he cleared his throat, trying to steady himself.

“You should do the study," he said, his words rushed but sincere. "I’ll…I’ll support you. Whatever you need."

Adam blinked at him, his lips curling into a soft, meek smile. He shrugged, his posture shrinking just a little.

“Yeah? That’s reassuring," he said, his tone warm but laced with hesitation. "But…I probably won’t."

A frown tugged at Lucifer’s lips, his sharp blue eyes narrowing slightly.

“Why not?" he asked, his tone sharper than he intended. The idea of Adam denying himself something he clearly wanted didn’t sit right with him.

Adam exhaled, his shoulders slumping as he looked away. The way he bit his bottom lip and twisted his hands nervously made Lucifer’s protective instincts flare.

“For me to take the IVS study," Adam began softly, "I’d have to…be paired up with someone. A stranger. Since I don’t have a mate or, you know…anybody to enter the study with me."

Lucifer’s ears twitched, his stomach knotting at the mere mention of Adam being paired with anyone else. His fingers curled into fists, but he forced himself to stay quiet, letting Adam continue.

"I’d be assigned a donor," Adam explained, his voice faltering slightly. "And even though it’s just temporary, and I’d probably never see them again…it would still feel a little…you know."

He trailed off, his cheeks darkening with a blush as he cast his gaze downward. "Hard."

Lucifer’s heart ached at the vulnerability in Adam’s voice. He stepped closer, his body almost instinctively moving to shield Adam from the invisible weight pressing down on him.

"Adam," he said, his voice softer now, almost a whisper. "Why would that be hard?"

Adam hesitated, fidgeting with the hem of his sweater.

“Because…" He sighed, the sound heavy with unspoken emotions. "It’s personal, you know? Having a child…starting a family…those are things you’re supposed to do with someone you love. Someone who…loves you back."

Lucifer felt his breath catch again, his heart thundering in his chest. The words hung between them, electric and raw. His mind raced, a thousand thoughts colliding all at once, but one thought stood out above the rest: Say something. Tell him. This is your chance.

"I..." Lucifer’s voice came out shaky, and he cursed himself for the hesitation. He clenched his fists, summoning every ounce of courage he had. "Adam, you don’t need a stranger," he said, his voice firmer now, more resolute.

Adam looked up at him, his green eyes wide with confusion. "What do you mean?"

Lucifer swallowed hard, his heart pounding so loudly he was sure Adam could hear it.

“I mean…" He took a deep breath, his words tumbling out before he could stop them. "You have me."

Adam blinked, his brows furrowing slightly. "You?"

"Yes, me," Lucifer said, stepping closer until he was just a breath away. His blue eyes burned with intensity, his ears twitching nervously.

“I’m not a stranger, Adam. And I…" He paused, his voice softening as he whispered, "I love you. I’ve loved you for as long as I can remember."

The world seemed to stop. Adam stared at him, his mouth slightly agape, as if trying to process what he’d just heard.

Lucifer pressed on, his voice trembling but filled with determination. "If you want a child…if you want to be part of the study…you don’t have to do it alone. I’ll be your partner. I’ll be there every step of the way. Because, Adam…"

He reached out, gently cupping Adam’s cheek with a trembling hand. "There’s no one else I’d want to share that with but you."

Adam’s lips parted, his breath hitching as a deep blush spread across his cheeks. For a moment, he said nothing, just staring at Lucifer with an expression that was equal parts shock and wonder.

"Luci…" Adam finally whispered, his voice so soft it was barely audible.

Lucifer held his breath, waiting, hoping, praying that he hadn’t just ruined everything. But then, slowly, Adam’s lips curved into a shy, tender smile, and Lucifer felt his heart soar.

"You’d really…do that for me?" Adam asked, his voice trembling with emotion.

"Of course I would," Lucifer said without hesitation, his thumb brushing gently against Adam’s cheek. "For you, I’d do anything."

Lucifer felt his chest swell with hope, but just as quickly, it deflated as Adam’s green eyes lit up with innocent affection instead of the realization he so desperately craved.

"You’re the best, Luci," Adam said, his smile as bright as the sun. "I’m lucky to have a best friend like you. Honestly, I don’t know what I’d do without you."

Lucifer’s ears drooped slightly, and he bit back a frustrated whine that threatened to escape his throat. How could Adam still not see it? He had practically laid his heart bare! But instead of the romantic revelation he had imagined, Adam was, as always, completely and utterly oblivious.

Adam’s gaze softened, his hands twisting nervously in front of him.

“But," he began, his voice quiet and unsure, "I can’t do that to you. Asking you to do something like this—it’s…it’s huge, Luci. It’s not fair to you. This isn’t your responsibility."

Lucifer straightened up, his blue eyes narrowing with a flash of determination.

“Adam, stop," he said, his tone firmer now. He reached out, resting his hands on Adam’s shoulders and squeezing gently. "Don’t say that. It’s not about responsibility. It’s about what I want."

Adam blinked, his lips parting slightly in surprise. "What you want?"

"Yes," Lucifer replied, his voice soft but resolute. "I want to do this with you. I want to be there for you, to help you. This isn’t something you should have to face alone, Adam. And besides…"

He hesitated for only a moment before continuing, his lips quirking into a small, teasing smile. "A child would mean we’d be connected for the rest of our lives."

Adam’s cheeks flushed a deep red, and he looked down, fidgeting with his sweater.

“I…I don’t know, Luci," he murmured. "It just feels like…too much to ask. What if it changes things? What if—"

"Adam," Lucifer interrupted gently, his voice low and soothing. "Look at me."

Slowly, Adam lifted his head, his green eyes meeting Lucifer’s steady gaze.

"It won’t change things," Lucifer said firmly. "If anything, it’ll make us stronger. And if you’re worried about whether I’m serious about this, don’t be. I’ve thought about it, and I want this. I want to do this with you."

Adam’s expression softened, but the uncertainty in his eyes remained. "Are you sure?"

Lucifer smiled, his blue eyes gleaming with a rare tenderness.

“More sure than I’ve ever been about anything," he said.

For a moment, there was only silence between them, the weight of Lucifer’s words hanging in the air. Then, slowly, Adam’s lips curved into a small, hesitant smile.

"Okay," Adam whispered, his voice barely audible. "Okay, Luci. I’ll…I’ll think about it."

Lucifer’s heart soared, and he couldn’t stop the grin that spread across his face.

“That’s all I ask," he said, his voice filled with warmth.

But as Adam looked away, his blush deepening, Lucifer couldn’t help but feel a flicker of frustration mixed with hope. His wolf growled softly in the back of his mind, impatient and possessive.

One step at a time, Lucifer thought to himself.

He’ll realize how I feel eventually. He has to.

[lowkeyrobin]

MCYT with an S/O who fosters kittens? :D

OH MY LORD YESYESYESHDNSKDNDN I had sm inspo w this bc I have 5 cats (cats are one of my favorite things ever I swear) and yeah dkkdkd THANK YOU FOR THE REQUEST

MCYT ; you foster kittens

includes ; tommyinnit, ranboo, badlinu, nihachu, quackity, foolish gamers, & slimecicle

warnings ; language, talk of harm towards animals

masterlist

TOMMYINNIT

genuinely feels so bad when you have to let the cats go

like he tears up nearly every fucking time

he watches some of these poor cats go from aggressive and distant, barely able to eat because they don't trust you yet, to warm, loving and cuddly little creatures

he literally watches them grow and he gets so emotional cause like why can't you keep all of them???

he'll be off to the side when you're handing them away to a new home wiping his tears

he's more emotional about it than you

he gifts you like new cat food bowls and cat towers and stuff once they get all beaten to a pulp

if you're fostering more than like three at a time, he'll have a gang of them on his lap while he's editing, recording, or lounging around

his hands are always covered in scratches and scars because he'll fuck around and find out even after you warn him about them being feisty at first

"this one got ran over by a car and he's blind now"

"can we keep him?? :("

RANBOO

like tubbo, it warms his heart to see you care so much about the poor babies that just need a little help readjusting and understanding that not all people are bad/you're there to help them

absolutely loves when you bring back like little feisty babies that barely know how to walk but know how to hiss

they can't help but laugh like "awe oh my god, this is so sad but it's so cute"

when I tell you all those cats are so spoiled by them

it's sweet though, he really cares about all the cats you take in too, you honestly foster them together at this point

you guys end up keeping this tuxedo cat with one eye and name it Jellyfish (as per chats vote)

the amount of fanart of you two with jellyfish 💔💔💔 so cute

jellyfish becomes the mom of all the new fosters and looks over them and shit, that way they ease into the new environment a little better

buys all the fosters outfits. there's a barbie sized closet for all the clothes

FREDDIE BADLINU

it's like there's a new cat every week considering he brings back street cats as well LMAO

these mf cats are SO SPOILED but they deserve it

he gets so attached to the disabled ones because he loves having to help them out

he loves teaching them how to eat from his hands too

it's so funny, like they'll nick his fingers and he'll be like "fuck, that tickles, Mr. Peanut!"

gets so emotional when you have to give them to better homes

like hugs and kisses them goodbye 4 times

he genuinely thinks your magic, watches those cats go from shy and trying to stay away from you to like being attached to you by the hip and all wagging their tails

he's constantly running around the house playing with them too

he loves seeing them pop up on 2 legs like meerkats when he's serving them wet food or treats LMAO

NIKI NIHACHU

she couldn't care less that the house is loaded with cat stuff and a whole room is filled with cat towers, shelves and toys for them

loves making new little puzzles/mazes for the cats with the shelves, making a little competition to see who can get to the top fastest

she names the cats because she's gonna get attached either way, but after a while they become more and more silly

like they go from Sebastian and Pixel to Tater Tot and Simon From Alvin And The Chipmunks so quickly

she learns how to make homemade cat treats as well

she also, like ranboo, gets a little barbie closet and fills it with cat outfits

some cats like the outfits and others don't, but the ones who do, good god it's like britney manson on the runway

absolute ws in that house, photoshoots for days

QUACKITY

"AH WHAT THE FUCK? Y/n! come get Jessie and Walter, they've invaded my stream!"

he genuinely names most the foster cats characters from meme shows/movies/memes in general

actually named one Badass Grandmas Meme ; also named another Hurricane Tortilla after that one vine

always taking .5s of the cats once they've accepted that he exists as well

sometimes they hop on his desk and join the stream

"Oh, look! it's Goldfish, she's the newest foster that y/n took in"

constantly taking pictures of you and the fosters throughout the stages of rehabilitation

from hissing and scratching to cuddling on the couch and lazy naps

no cat leaves without a little pair of sunglasses

he's genuinely inspired to make quackity cat merch because most of the fosters you take in LOVE clothes LMAO

FOOLISH GAMERS

literally treats these mfs as babies

you'll walk in and see him holding one of the elderly cats you're rehabiliting from a bad home whom just got rescued and he's holding this poor girl like a literal infant

she loves it though, most the cats do

the fosters love playing with his hair too, and he plays into it, always bends down to their level and wobbles his hair around for them to smack around and try to chew on

he has such a soft spot for them

if you're having one of those rare moments where you might give up on a cat, he's right there to try and help you

flea baths on kittens are always done by him, he feels so bad for each of them, meanwhile you're on cat-drying duty and giving them a lil medication to kill any remaining fleas

he's 50/50 on names at first but gives up with trying to not name them bc he gets attached anyways

"Oh, lookit! this is Evergreen, she's been chilling with us for like, 3 months I think"

he loves when they interrupt his streams bc they're so cute and explorative and curious LMAO

CHARLIE SLIMECICLE

he's the most supportive of you fostering cats like ever

loves fucking around with them and sliding them around on the floor, if there's any long hair cats, he loops very loose bows and clips around their fur and shit

cradles them like babies to sleep

and then slips them into the cat tower or on the couch/bed etc

even covers them with a little blanket

"Oh shit, they've invaded, they're raiding! the axe weilding brothers are here!"

gives them the most dumbass names like Microwave Popcorn and Toaster Strudle

he frames pictures of every cat in the hallway once they leave

[the-broken-truth]

Leaving The Web [Part 4] - Platonic Yandere Miguel O'Hara w/ Daughter Symbiote Spider Reader

Summary: Imagine having a day off and deciding to spend it as Spider-Woman exploring the city. However, your plans take an unexpected turn when Miguel O'Hara attacks you and tries to take you back to your own universe by force. Luckily, you are able to rely on your ally, Venom, to take care of him. But, there is a concern that Venom's Symbiote tendencies may cause harm to your loved ones, particularly your father. Will Venom be able to control himself and keep everyone safe?

The black web connected to the next building as you swung through the in-between of the city in your Black Spider-Woman Suit; there wasn't any trouble to deal with today but it's a peaceful way to spend your day off, at least that's what Venom tells you. He was the one who wanted to get a breath of fresh air - he's content with staying inside your body during the day but he wants to have some time just swing around and you take the passenger seat for once.

"You having fun there, V?" You asked your Symbiote, only getting a chuckle from him.

"Yes, it's nice getting out and spreading out legs. You really need to exercise more; we were getting a bit chunky with all that chocolate and tater tots." V said as he pulled your body up and landed on the side of the building before sticking to it and looking at the city bustling below; some people noticed you and took your picture while others waved and sang your praises.

"You're the one that always wants to eat the leftover chocolates from Kristen's Chocolate Shop. If you found something else to eat, then we wouldn't be gaining so much weight; ever thought of that, V?" You asked in your smartass tone of voice.

"Well, if you want us to stop eating so much chocolate, maybe we can start eating the brains of the villains we capture? They are scum anyway, who would miss them?" Venom asked but you just groaned.

"We talked about this when we came to this world, V, we can't just go around & eat whomever we please. We're the heroes of this world and if people started seeing us eating people, it would make them scared of us. Do we want that, V?" You asked.

"No. No, we do not want that. I guess we will have to stick to eating chocolate." Venom said as he lifted your arm to swing to another building when your spider-sense started going off. Venom looked around but saw no one coming until he heard a yell coming from behind him; he turned your body around but you were tackled off the wall by a towering figure and headed to the ground. You looked at the body and saw the familiar dark blue and red colors that you wanted to forget more than anything and Venom caught on quickly.

"Miguel/Miguel!" You and Venom said in unison as you took control from Venom and Gorilla smashed Miguel in the back, making him grunt in pain before letting you go and crashing into the wall as you shot a web and swung away from the scene; knowing Miguel O'Hara, he was going to follow you and you need to keep the people safe from this confrontation. You swung until you reached the top of the building a few distances away from where you were and you waited - soon enough, Miguel showed up with his mask off. You had Venom remove the mask and glared at him with your brown eyes.

"What the hell are you doing back in my universe, O'Hara? There are no Anomalies for you to take this time." You demanded to know but Miguel just pulled out a bracelet, the same bracelet you left behind when you left his universe. "What are you going to do with that.

"I've waited long enough. You're coming home, mija, and there is nothing you can do to stop me this time. I know this world doesn't have any Canon events and it wouldn't collapse if you were here but I am your father and i want you home - in our universe, where you belong." Miguel said as he held to bracelet out for you to take but you just glared at him.

"V." You said.

"Yes, [Name]?" The Symbiote asked.

"Take care of him, don't kill him just hurt him enough to know that I want nothing to do with him." You said as you closed your eyes as your mask returned to your face.

"Understood!" Venom said as the symbiote took over and grew into his muscular body - showing that he wasn't going to hold back anymore. Miguel looked very horrified at the massive body before him as Venom charged at him and punched him in the face, making him drop the bracelet and skip on the roof like a stone.

"Venom! Stand down! I'm just trying to bring [Name] home!" Miguel said as he put his mask back on.

"WE WANT NOTHING TO DO WITH YOU! YOU HAVE DONE NOTHING BUT HURT US OVER AND OVER AGAIN! MAKE US FEEL LIKE WE WEREN'T WORTHY OF YOUR LOVE AND RESPECT! NOW, WE HAVE A HOME WHERE WE ARE LOVED AND RESPECTED! WE WON'T GO BACK, LEAVE US THE HELL ALONE AND GO BACK TO YOUR WORLD BEFORE WE BREAK YOU AND SEND YOU BACK!" Venom said.

"Then, you'll have to break my body then." Miguel said.

"With Pleasure!"

[leahsflwer]

LOTR preference - You sitting on their lap 🫢

Warnings: Light smut, fluff for some, mentions sexual topics, adult content, ect.

Paring: LOTR characters x reader! (No gender)

Aragorn -

He grew up with no affection so he was confused when you suddenly sat on his lap. All though no matter how panicked he was, he wrapped his arms around your waist and pressed your back to his chest as you spoke with Gimli. He sweetly smiled and put his chin on your shoulder.

Legolas -

As you all sat around the large table in Rivendell. You finished pointing at parts and sat down thinking it was your seat only to realise it was Legolas. But you just let it be and he just smirked. Definitely flustered on the inside but he feels honoured to have such a gorgeous person on his lap, a large hand of his, on your hip bone as he focused on the plans that Aragorn spoke of.

Boromir -

You sat on his lap straddling him, looking him in the eyes with a soft smile. He took it the opposite way of you however. He enjoyed the feeling of you on his large lap. He raised his glass up at you with a grin and chugged it. Putting the cup down and pulling you closer onto his lap.

“You look beautiful like this, my love.”

Faramir -

As you sat on his lap facing him, it drove him insane. He was trying to tell you about his new poetry but lost all focus on it. He looked at you with a smirk appearing on his sweet lips. His blue eyes looking at you as he took in all your features. You gulped at the feeling of something under you, poking at your area.

“Sorry about that Sweetheart.”

Frodo -

You were taller than him which made it harder for him to look at your face up close. So he gently grabbed your hand so you came down to his level. You smiled at the action and sat on his lap playing with his hair gently. He loved to feeling. Slightly too much with a problem building up downstairs in the Baggin’s pants.

Merry -

He was flustered when you sat on his lap, but he just smiled in return as you told him about your day. He glanced to the side to make sure Pippin wasn’t glaring and ready to tease him, when he saw the other hobbit distracted he grinned at you and cupped your face, kissing you. Smirking as he pulled away and just listening as you continued.

Pippin -

He was staring right at you as you plopped yourself on his lap with you back turned to him. He moved his lips inches away from your neck and whispered to you. Smirking as he saw your ears and cheeks grow a strong shade of red. Feeling proud at his cheeky comment.

“Now don’t be hasty Princess. Unless you want to be sitting on something else of mine”.

Sam -

You gave him a sense of joy the moment you came into his arms. He immediately became soft as you sat on his laps while he sat by the pot cooking. He held onto your waist and continued to mix the pot time to time. Mentioning how some taters would be perfect for such a delicious meal.

Arwen -

She loved attention and felt powerful when you came to sit on her lap. She let her hands slide to your ass and held onto it. Smirking into your shared kiss. Not caring if her father caught you, as she was no longer going to listen to other’s opinions but yours.

Lindir -

When Lindir finally got some time off of working and following Elrond around he was not expecting it to end on your climbing on his lap. He was flustered, yet turned on by the action he was usually focused and mature but he couldn’t help but imagine things as your stunning face was inches from his own.

Pt.2 (post straight after~)

[museincarnate]

THE END OF PEACE...

(The beginning of a grand story, told by museincarnate and @dragvnsovl)

Approximately a year after two Saiyans, Shuen and Torno, had managed to prevent the end of all of existence, at the hands of an ancient being called Svandur, peace had become somewhat commonplace, in the universe of Sol-Lago. A point of origin for the Paradox and Mighty Saiyan, the majority of their lives had been spent battling with one another; leaving them unaware of the universe around them. With a newfound, lasting peace, the duo took it upon themselves to explore their own universe, studying its vastness, and the beings that inhabited it.

However, briefly after their imprisoning of Svandur within the Eternal Hourglass, which once housed Kronus, who fused himself with Svandur to allow existence itself to be saved, the duo of Shuen and Torno had met a Lagomorph woman named Tater, and a Luparian named Tazz, who both quickly became essential parts of their lives, in their own ways; the former traveling with Torno and Shuen, on their researching expeditions across Sol-Lago, while the latter had taken to the company of Hakkona and Yujin: Torno's daughter and Shuen's son, who had both amicably ended their relationship with each other, after they had their second child together.

During one of Shuen, Torno and Tater's expeditions, Hakkona and Tazz had made plans to go to the mall together, while Yujin stayed home to take care of his daughter, Aitez; the two women having meant to go shopping together, but not managing to, partly due to how often small, criminal activities earned their attention, to be settled. Arriving to the mall, the Saiyaness had already managed to spot a sign near the entrance of one of the clothing stores on the upper floor, and quickly pointed up at it, so that the Luparian could see it, too!

"Tazz! They have a sale going on! I heard the clothes you can get there are pretty cute, and even compliment physiques like ours!" Obviously making a friendly compliment towards Tazz, the Buff Gal was moreso excited about apparel that fit her and Tazz's remarkable, muscular frames, while she'd already begun heading towards the escalator that connected the lower and upper floors to each other. "Come on, we have so many places to check out!" The Saiyaness's tail would seem to sway about rather giddily from the moment the duo entered the mall through its automatic doors, while Hakkona had to keep herself from excitedly taking the Luparian's hand.

Entering a mere few moments after the two women, however...

A hooded figure, with his face obscured from anyone's immediate view, kept his gaze locked upon them, while he'd trailed them since before they'd even reached the shopping center's doors. Pocketed hands kept most of his features further hidden from the wandering eyes of anyone around him, as he kept his movements and distance deliberately inconspicuous. The sway of the Saiyan woman's tail would draw further focus from the unidentified figure, as she and her wolf-like friend began their ascent of the moving stairs to the next floor; leaving him to wait until they'd reached closer to the upper floor, to step onto the contraption himself, and follow them even more.

Unaware of anyone near them, however, Hakkona would keep giddily ushering her Luparian gal pal towards the store, while she'd already started eyeing up a few clothing items that she thought would look nice on Tazz; hoping that she had a good understanding of her best friend's taste in fashion. When approached by an employee, and inquired about needing any assistance, however, the Buff Gal, for her sheer size and intimidating appearance... Clammed up; her cheeks turning pink, as she shook her head awkwardly. "U-Uh... Not at the moment, n-no! U-Unless you need something, Tazz?" Glancing at Tazz, Hakkona was practically begging her to help her escape the interaction, since she was rather socially shy, with strangers.

Offside, outside of the store, the hooded figure's pocketed hands had balled themselves into slight fists, as he walked away from the proximity of the two women; remaining, however, within a range that he could still see them, while he acted as though he was looking at other stores.

[inubaki]

The Sea Queen (gift)

Chapter 1

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story commissioned by the amazing @libby-for-life! Based off one of the first pics @sir-tater-of-the-tot made that got me hooked on this fandom to began with. I blame them entirely. ————-

Adam had lived most of his life as an orphan, navigating the world with a deep sense of solitude. The adults in his village often frightened him with their stern faces and harsh voices, their indifference making him feel invisible. Even the other children, with their boisterous laughter and intricate games, sometimes intimidated him, each taunt or exclusion echoing in his mind long after the moment had passed. 

At the age of ten, when most boys his age were in school learning, Adam found solace by the docks of his quaint island village. The salty air filled his lungs as he wandered along the weather-beaten wooden planks, searching for treasures hidden in the tide. His large hands would sift through the intricacies of seashells, each one a tiny masterpiece formed by the ocean. He often paused to help any little creatures in distress—crabs struggling to right themselves or seagulls trapped in fishing lines—as a flicker of compassion lit up his heart.

When the sun reached its zenith, casting a golden hue across the rippling water, Adam would simply lie down beneath the docks, feeling the cool shade protect him from the harsh sun. It wasn’t always comfortable; the rough wooden beams pressed into his back, and the sound of the waves crashing against the shore sometimes echoed in his ears like an endless chant. There were days when hunger gnawed at his stomach, a constant reminder of his bleak circumstances. Yet, despite the trials he faced, he cherished his island village with an unshakeable fondness. It was here, among the gentle whispers of the sea and the cawing of the gulls, that he felt most alive, a small boy in a vast world, dreaming of a brighter future.

It was also where he met the being that would change his life forever. The sun was dipping low on the horizon, casting a golden hue over the sandy expanse of the beach, where Adam often sought solace. Today, however, the salty air was tinged with an edge of desperation. His stomach grumbled audibly, a stark reminder of the meals he had missed. He had attempted to grab a few morsels from the food vendors earlier, but their sharp voices and menacing glares had driven him away, leaving him empty-handed and fraught with irritation. But Adam pushed those feelings aside, repeating silently to himself that he didn’t care about the food or the ridicule. He would cling to that thought, fostering an unwarranted sense of pride until it morphed into belief.

As he meandered along the worn path of the beach, his gaze was drawn northward, where a cacophony of yelps and hoots pierced the otherwise tranquil atmosphere. The distinctive sound of high-pitched laughter sent a chill down his spine; it was an all-too-familiar symphony that spoke of trouble. A band of boys, renowned for their penchant for picking on the defenseless, had been wreaking havoc on any small creature they chanced upon. Memories of their taunts and sneers played like a haunting melody in his mind. Adam's fists clenched tightly at his sides, determination igniting within him. He wouldn’t allow them to prey on the creatures of the shore this time.

Without a moment’s hesitation, Adam sprinted down the sandy beach, the sound of laughter echoing in the warm afternoon air. His heart raced as he approached the scene, and he slid to a halt, leaving a trail of fine grains beneath his feet. The moisture on his forehead began to bead as he took in the sight before him—a small group of boys, probably around seven or eight years old, clustered together in a circle. Even though they were younger and a bit smaller in stature, Adam had always been taller and broader than most of his peers at ten.

In the center of their attention was a small, trembling creature, the source of its muffled whimpers evident in the way the boys kicked and taunted it. Rage surged through Adam as he realized what was happening; instinctively, he surged forward, ready to protect the defenseless animal. The laughter that had filled the air was replaced by shouts and yelling as Adam confronted the trio, his voice rising above their jeers.

The confrontation quickly escalated into a chaotic struggle, with Adam shoving and shouting as he tried to shield the small creature from further harm. The boys, once bold and confident, quickly realized they were outmatched and began to retreat, their laughter fading into terrified cries as they scurried away, calling out for their parents. As silence settled over the beach, Adam knelt, his heart still pounding, to check on the little animal who had been the target of their cruelty.

Only… it was no ordinary creature that lay before him. This being was a bit taller, and if he were upright he would be towering over the ten-year-old boy. Its body was a bizarre tapestry of red and white skin, slick and iridescent in the filtered sunlight, contrasting sharply with the golden sands of the beach. Jagged fangs jutted menacingly from its maw, gleaming like polished ivory. But perhaps the most disconcerting feature of all was the tentacles that writhed restlessly on the ground, leaving shallow impressions in the sand as they gestured in a seemingly anxious dance.

Adam's heart raced, pounding in his chest like a drum; he instinctively swallowed hard, his throat dry and tight with fear. The thought of being devoured by such a creature sent a shiver coursing down his spine. His initial instinct was to bolt—to turn on his heels and sprint away from this nightmarish figure. But just as he prepared to flee, a soft, plaintive whimper reached his ears, halting him in his tracks.

Curiosity wrestled with terror as he turned slightly, his breath hitching when he encountered the creature's gaze. Those glowing red eyes held an unexpected depth; they shimmered with pain yet communicated a profound sense of fear. At that moment, Adam realized that the creature was not just a predator lying in wait; it was terrified as well, caught in a situation it didn't understand.

Adam sighed heavily, a mix of compassion and responsibility flooding through him. He felt a strange kinship with this strange being, both of them ensnared by their own fears. "I'm going to have to do the right thing here...aren't I?" He muttered.

Carrying the creature was a daunting task, especially given the palpable tension between them; it was clear they both harbored deep-seated distrust for one another. Adam, his heart racing and palms slick with sweat, tried to sound more assertive than he felt. "Look," he began, his voice wavering yet determined, "I'm trying to help you. If I leave you here, you'll die. Is that what you really want?" 

The creature responded with a low, rumbling growl that rumbled from deep within its throat. Adam’s pulse quickened, and he swallowed hard, forcing himself to push past his fear and carry on. "Well? Let’s prove those kids who hurt you wrong, okay?" he urged, trying to inject some conviction into his words.

For a moment, the creature merely huffed in response, a puff of air escaping its nostrils, as if it were deliberating Adam’s intentions. Yet, there was a flicker in its large, wary eyes—a hint of understanding, perhaps, or a willingness to trust. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the creature seemed to concede to Adam’s plea.

Relief washed over him like a warm tide, but as he felt the weight of the creature shifting in his grasp, a nagging thought crept in: if he had known that saving this remarkable sea creature would be so fraught with difficulty and uncertainty, he might have hesitated a bit longer before diving into this intricate dance of trust and fear. Adam tightened his grip, resolved to navigate the challenges ahead, both for himself and for the creature he was determined to save.

Adam gently placed the strange creature onto a cool, damp floor of a small cave, feeling the rough texture of the rock beneath his fingertips. As he studied the creature, he noticed that several of its long, slender tentacles were missing, leaving jagged stubs where they had once been. A pang of empathy surged through him, and he winced at the thought of the pain it must have endured to lose those appendages.

"Okay, I can try to get some—" Adam was abruptly interrupted by a sharp yelp that escaped his lips. In an attempt to push himself up from the jagged ground, he had inadvertently pressed his palm against the rough, unforgiving surface of the rocky wall. A sudden, stinging pain shot through his hand as he felt a jagged edge bite into his skin. "Jeez..." Adam muttered under his breath, frustration mixing with the sting of the cut.

As he prepared to wipe the crimson stain onto his shirt, he suddenly felt a cold, slimy tentacle coil around his waist. A chill ran down Adam's spine as he belatedly realized the creature had ensnared him. He froze, the blood on his hand momentarily forgotten, as dread washed over him. The child instinctively stifled a scream, but to his surprise, the creature did not lunge or attack. Instead, it brought its form closer, its eyes studying him curiously as it gingerly sniffed his palm. In that surreal moment, Adam understood that it had no intention of harming him; it was merely inquisitive, and the fear that had gripped him started to wane.

He was not prepared for the creature to lick at his palm. Adam wrinkled his nose. "Ew. What are you doing?" The tongue was rough on his bare skin and he wiggled in the creature's grasp. It must have known that it was weird because he immediately looked at Adam with a pleading gaze before gesturing to his still-bleeding palm. Adam sighed reluctantly. "Fine. Go ahead." For some reason, the creature's face went red but it continued to lap at the crimson liquid falling from his palm.

Adam stood frozen, his eyes wide with disbelief as he witnessed a transformation right before him. Lucifer's body emanated a soft, dull red glow that pulsed like a heartbeat, casting an otherworldly light across the dim room. The creature's skin, marred by small cuts and bruises, began to mend as if some unseen force were stitching the wounds closed. Each laceration faded away, leaving behind nothing but smooth skin, a process that felt like pure magic to the ten-year-old. The creature smiled at Adam as he gave one more lick to Adam’s palm before letting him go.

"Had your fill? Good." Adam remarked, trying to keep his tone light despite the strange situation. The tingling sensation in his palm still lingered, a reminder of the bizarre encounter he had just experienced, but he chose not to voice it. 

Before him, the creature sat motionless, its deep red eyes glinting with an almost intelligent curiosity. It seemed to absorb every word he spoke. Adam shifted a little, the weight of the moment pressing down on him. "Well...are you hungry?" he asked, a hint of hope lacing his voice.

In response, the creature perked up, an eagerness evident in its posture. It nodded enthusiastically, its movements fluid and almost graceful, which made Adam tilt his head in surprise. "You know...you're pretty smart," he continued, the admiration creeping into his voice. "I wish I could talk to you."

At that, something unexpected happened. The creature's skin flushed a vibrant shade of crimson, and it turned its face away, seemingly embarrassed by the compliment. Adam blinked, taken aback. Well, that was odd, he thought, as he watched the creature's demeanor shift from eager to bashful in an instant.

Suddenly, the creature gestured to its mouth, blowing air out before pointing to its throat. Adam blinked at it, trying to decipher what the hell he was witnessing. The creature turned a darker shade of red, before gesturing towards Adam to come closer. The child hesitated before complying. He didn't fight it when two tentacles wrapped around his face to make his mouth. When the creature blew air down his throat, Adam flinched but let it happen.

The creature released its hold on Adam, a wide and unsettling smile spreading across its face. “There. Now we can finally have a conversation,” it said, its voice a curious blend of smooth and gravelly tones. Adam blinked rapidly, processing the scene before him. Once, twice—then, impulsively, he let out a piercing scream that echoed off the damp walls of the underwater chamber.

The creature flinched at the sudden noise, its eyes widening in surprise. "Why are you screaming?!" It exclaimed, the earnestness of its query cutting through the panic that had seized Adam.

Backing away, his heart racing, Adam stammered, “You can talk?!” The creature, momentarily taken aback by his disbelief, adopted a deadpan expression and replied, “Of course I can! It’s you humans who struggle to understand us! Blowing air into your throat was the only way I could communicate with you that didn't involve you being underwater!” 

Adam barely absorbed the creature's words as he continued to fixate on the floor, grappling with the surreal revelation. “You can talk… you can actually talk,” he murmured, the incredulity in his voice betraying the turmoil churning within him.

He stared at the creature and the creature stared back. "Do...do you have a name?" The creature smiled. "Lucifer."

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To willing offer one’s blood to the kraken is one wishing to build a deeper bond. Bonds lead to.. many things for a kraken. Whether Adam actually becomes aware of that context, I doubt Lucifer would ever admit it.

Sorry. You’ll have to deal with my art on these few parts. I know.

Next:

[milksuu]

Imagine Yone having a wife, which the rest of Heartsteel doesn't know about, I mean they never asked, and then one day he brings a child to the bands apartment. Since his wife has to work late hours and the nursery is already closed, he has to take care of their child. What would the reaction of the band be? And how would they be with children? (Also the wife is the reader since I love self indulgence with Yone)

❥ prompt: Yone never talked about his personal life. The Heartsteel gang had a few assumptions, but they were just theories. Nothing proven. Until the gang found a toddler running around the apartment. ❥ content/warnings: fluffy fluff, gang shenanigans ❥ characters/pairings: v!Heartsteel & yonexreader!gn!kid

KAYN

"What the hell is that thing!? And since when did Yone spawn anything into existence!?"

Kayn isn't used to children being within a five-foot radius of his presence. He tends to not surround himself with booger eating, snot crying, whining little crotch gremlins. Even worse, their damn parents.

Kayn's chaotic nature in public can't be stifled. And he's met his fair share of parents trying to lecture him on his behavior. He always has two words ready for such an occasion: Fuck off. And then proceeds to flash both middle fingers in the air, and laugh when the child behind the fuming parents drops their ice-cream. Absolute poetry.

This was a little different. Scratch that—a lot different. Not only does he know the damn parent (Yone) but the child has managed to infiltrate his room, and infect everything with a thousand unnamed child born diseases. He's about ready to blow a casket. Until the kid accidentally starts playing his Pentakill vinyl album on the record player. That's when he saw a rockstar be born. The way that little tyke started headbanging would put a bunch of mosh pit psycho's to shame. And the screeching? A future screamo lead-singer, easily.

An all out heavy-metal concert ensued. With Kayn rifting his guitar with the song instrumentals, and the kid jumping and screaming into a cheap cordless mic he found under his bed. When the song ended, Kayn chanted "Jump! Jump!" into the mosh-pit of one. And you don't need to tell a child to launch themselves off of anything twice. The tater-tot squealed and laughed, being caught in Kayn's hands and praised into the air for a killer performance.

From the bedroom door, an audience member leaned cooly against the frame. Clapping at the spectacle. "Dada!" The kid raised their fists higher into the air. "I'm a rwockstar!"

Yone lifted a brow, crossing his arms in pure amusement. "I can see that."

"Y-Yeah. Next time, tell your kid not to barge into other people's rooms," Kayn coughed, quickly setting down the kid and patting them towards Yone. "Teach it some manners, o-or whatever. So that I don't have to deal with it."

Yone chuckled under his breath. Taking his child by the hand, he smiled. "Come with me. We should go before someone gets a little too attached."

Kayn huffed red. Slamming the door and shouting behind it, "WOULD NOT!"

APHELIOS

".........!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!?"

So, there was a child. An actual living, breathing one. Stumbling. Running around. Knocking things over. Yelling at the wall and ceilings like some deranged lunatic out on the city streets. What a disaster. What a nightmare. Aphelio's wasn't scared by most things; monsters, zombies, ghosts, spam mail. But children were terrifying creatures. Destructive and loud. The worst kind of combination in a singular human being. Kind of like Kayn.

He swore he broke out into a cold sweat when the child barged into his room. Not quietly at all. His heart pounded. His fingers turned cold. And his eyes trembled against his computer screen. He hoped the child would grow bored of terrorizing his room like some miniature version of Godzilla. He also hoped someone would see the calamity, take pity on him, and come to his aid. Someone like Sett.

He then heard a familiar note. He cursed himself twice. He shouldn't have left his electric portable keyboard out in the open. Aphelios turned cautiously in his chair. He swallowed hard and braced himself for a horrific sight. He thought he'd find the child bashing the keys in or trying to pluck the knobs right off. Instead, he saw a small round face filled with wonder at the sound. Carefully, the child pressed another. Smiling, delighted by the next note. Aphelio's eyes rounded. That's when he saw a little bit of himself.

It didn't take long for Apehlios to gather his spare headset and cord link. He plucked the kid up and placed him right on his lap at his desk. He was going to show this little one all the instruments in his digital toolbox. The workflow of an absolute musical genius. And they were going to make a mixed bite that would leave people speechless.

"Oh! Oh! Dat one. Dat one." The toddler tapped Aphelio's hand against his computer mouse. A few clicks and the instrument was spliced into the mix. When Aphelio's replayed the bit, the child kicked their legs back and forth, clapping their hands together. Wanting to gauge the tots overall opinion, he flipped between thumbs-up and thumbs-down. Back and forth. The little one took his hand, and kept it thumb-side-up with a cheeky grin. And they both nodded in agreement. This mix was a certified banger.

EZREAL

"Hey, guys. Has anyone seen my phone? Nevermind. Found it! Someone's totally random kid has it. Wait—HUH!?"

Ezreal doesn't mind kids so much. They could sometimes be a lot of fun. The only thing Ezreal can't handle is once a crying session starts, or a random tantrum erupts. He gets a little nervous when the meltdowns start. Because he has no freaking clue how to handle it. So for the most part, Ezreal does like kids—from a distance. Where he can smile and laugh at their antics, without having to actually deal with an emotional ticking time bomb. Kayn was bad enough already.

The other thing he can't deal with is someone messing with his phone! And unfortunately, his habit of misplacing it has caught up to him. Because now a toddler has it. Deleting and messing up his apps. Possibly trying to look for some silly game he doesn't even have installed. And if Ezreal thought he was fast, well, this kid took the crown. Call that tyke 'Lightning McQueen', because they were leaving sneaker marks on the floor.

But this game of chase had to come to an end. Ezreal caught up to the road-runner, and slipped the phone right out of those tiny fingers. Ezreal cheered himself thinking he won. Ezreal quickly figured out he was actually about to be the biggest loser. He witnessed those round eyes growing in watery magnitude. Face wrinkling with pure, unfiltered raw emotion. The hiccups increased in volume, and those puffed cheeks were getting more red by the minute.

"H-Hey! Don't cry. No, no. Shhh—Shhh! It's okay." Ezreal smacked his hands together, begging and pleading for mercy upon his sensitive soul. Ezreal sunk his top teeth into his bottom lip. He wasn't prepared for this at all. And if Yone ever found out he made his kid cry, then mostly likely, he'd make sure Ezreal was crying too (and bleeding) on the floor. Then forced to clean up his own murder scene!

A few quick taps and he knelt down with the hiccuping toddler. With the cat filter setup, Ezreal pretended to be a kitten; meowing and licking his paw and rubbing his cheeks to clean himself. The kiddo sniffed back their brimming tears, giggling when they saw they had their own whiskers and ears! After a couple of loud meows, the child hopped up and down. "Doggy next! Doggy next!" One tap and now they were puppies, barking and panting.

Many cute pictures were taken. Ezreal picked out a few and messaged them to Yone.

[Yone:] Thanks. The wife will be happy to have these. [Ezreal:] np! 😋 [Yone:] By the way. Have you finished cleaning the bathrooms? [Ezreal]:..............................................yes. 🤗 [Yone:] Finish the bathrooms. Now. Or I'll be confiscating your phone for a week.

Ezreal almost broke down in tears, falling to his knees. He was so close to having his own meltdown. Just from the sheer thought of losing his phone privilege's. Honestly, he should be off the hook for entertaining the kid and sending cute pictures. Life totally wasn't fair!

SETT

"Well, hello down there. You wanna play a game or—shoot. I didn't mean to scare ya'h off! I swear I'm a nice guy if ya'h give me a chance!"

There was no doubt about it. Sett really, really, liked children. There was something about them that brought him joy whenever they were around. All of his personal baggage and adult stress would simply melt away from a simple giggle or smile. And Sett had his fair share of babysitting other single-moms' and their children while growing up. It was one of his part-time jobs from middle to high school. All to help Ma' with paying the bills.

Unfortunately, kids didn't seem to like him too much (at first). With his overwhelming mass, they'd think he was some sort of monster. The one their parents told them would gobble them up if they didn't shower before bed. So, here he was, trying to entertain the little one. But anytime they caught sight of him, they'd cry in terror and scamper away. Sett had to think bigger. He tapped his chin a couple of times before a light bulb went off above his ears.

He laid out the scene in his room. He thanked his Ma' for one of the plushies she sent came with a tea set in the box. He went as far as to grab a few outfits and materials he stitched up as small replicas of larger projects him and K'Sante worked on. Him and the surrounding stuff toys were dressed appropriately for the most exquisite tea-party. Dress, hats, neck pearls and all!

Curiosity always got the best of any child. When the tater-tot heard the laughs and conversations, they had to sneak a peek. And once they entered the room, the child found Sett sitting on the ground, surrounded by his plushies, all served with tiny cups and plates.

"Oh! Quiet down everyone. The prince/princess has finally arrived. Mr. Chonk, please. Show our honored guest to their seat." He motioned his tea-cup to a free spot at the 'table'. The child glowed with excitement, scurrying to their designated placement. With a fancy tilt of their teacup, they took prim and proper sips of their tea. "More tea, Mr.Swett?" The toddler wiggled forward and picked up the teapot.

"Why, yes. I would love some more. Thank you." Sett raised his cup at the offer. The giggles and excitable conversation could be heard throughout the entire apartment. It wasn't long till the rest of the gang stuck their noses through a crack at the door. Opening the door, they couldn't help but burst with laughter at the display. Ezreal, of course, snapping pictures. Aphelios chuckling to himself behind his mask. Kayn roaring with laughter and tears. And K'Sante commenting on how he'd never expect some of his designed outfits would be used at a kid's tea party. "Nuh-Uh. You can't come in." The toddler hoped on their feet, pushing all of them all out the door. "Dis invitation onwy. No stinkers!"

"That's right, fellas. No stinkers." Sett laughed, raising his pinky into the air. "This is an exclusive tea-party. Better luck gettin' invited next year. Right?"

K'SANTE

"He-He. You think you have what it takes because you are Yone's kid? Show me and prove it."

K'Sante grew up with a large family. Brothers, sisters, first cousins, second cousins, the neighbors next door and their kids. Heck, even that laundromat lady his mom was friends with and her kids. Actually, just about everyone in the community. Seemed like it was always a party at his parents home. No matter the day or week, K'Sante had always dealt with a high-energy household. And when the adults pulled out the bottle of Akpeteshie, you knew it was going to be a rager. And at the kids table, K'Sante was in charge of watching over the parade of younger children.

Being a certified older sibling within his family unit, and apparently, Heartsteel as well, handling one little wasn't going to throw off his cool or cramp his style. In fact, he was more than prepared. If there was one thing he knew from growing up, kids loved to play dress up. And he had a full wardrobe of runway worthy outfits.

K'Sante busted out a long carpet down the hallway. Borrowed some plushies from Sett, and made them the audience and judges. Dimming most of the surrounded lights, the hallway bulbs illuminated the catwalk with intensity. Let the show begin!

"Higher energy! Yes, show them a 'ting or two about what fashion truly means." K'sante clapped his hands as the kiddo strutted down with dramatic sass. "That is it. Right there. Now, finish them off with the look." At the end of the carpet, the child titled their head back, and narrowed their eyes before sharply turning with a fling of the boa around their neck. K'Sante cheered, pushing one of the stuffed animals as if it passed out from sheer cut-throat fashion! He blew kisses into the air. "They can't even handle you right now. You are new, you are fresh, but also timeless. Molded by the hands of Gods. Your power is infinite."

Wardrobe changes were a must. K'Sante wasn't going to let such talent go to waste. His work of art and the tiny fashion model would display it all for the world to see. Well, the stuffed animal world, he had to remind himself. Seemed like a game of pretend was feeling like a real runway gig! And after the runway show was over, it actually wasn't truly over. K'Sante had pulled out a magazine from behind a display case. Showing the kiddo a picture of their father walking down a runway in an all black-attire event. "Dada," the kid placed a hand against the glossy page. "Supah cool."

"That's right." K'Sante said proudly, puffing his chest. "And your Dada looks cool because I am the one who designed his suite. But, I'll give him credit. He is a pretty cool guy all on his own."

an: this req was too cute to write omg. sorry if i just focused on the gang and the kid, rather than the yone x reader part you also requested. felt it was getting a bit long, and i wasn't sure if i could incorporate it well enough. very sorry about that. but don't worry! i have another yone x reader req. incoming.

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Mimi's Endless Ocs

↳Re-Introducing Marvel Oc: Bentley Brock Series: ATLAS Books: Saturn [1], Comet[2], Moon[3]

Summary:

When Eddie Brock was in college, he used to date a fellow student, a woman named Danielle. Close to graduation Danielle and Eddie broke their relationship off and went their separate ways. What Eddie didn't know when they separated, that Danielle was pregnant with his child. Danielle decided not to tell him because she was scared and didn't want to ruin the one good thing Eddie had left, his journalism.She remembered Eddie telling her about his issues growing up with his own father and that discovering his passion for journalism helped him. Nine months later Danielle ended up giving birth to a healthy baby boy that she named Bentley Brock. She gave him Eddie's last name after feeling guilty for never telling Eddie about the pregnancy and if something happened to her he would be taken care of or Bentley wanted to find him in the future. Danielle was diagnosed with heart issues not long after Bentley was born, and it only got worse as the years went on.

When Bentley was five years old, he woke up and found his mom, Danielle, dead. She had passed away in her sleep, her heart had stopped. Bentley was stuck there until a neighbor checked in on them a few days later and he was taken in by social services who later brought him to his dad, Eddie Brock. Who rightfully so, was in shock from Danielle's death and finding out that he was a father. Bentley didn't really know what to do, all he really knew was his mother and he wanted her back but it was obvious that she wouldn't be coming back…now here he was finally meeting his dad and his girlfriend, Anne Weying. But Eddie and Anne were patient with him and helped him through everything.

Years later, Bentley was happy with his dad and Anne, even though they had to suddenly move to San Francisco after his dad got fired from the Daily Globe. His dad proposed to Anne and now it was almost a step closer to her being his official stepmom. His dad then got to establish his own journalism career again by getting his own show " The Eddie Brock Report." Days after his 15th birthday his dad was assigned to interview the CEO of the Life Foundation, Carlton Drake. Which ended up turning Bentley's life upside down since his dad did the complete opposite of what he was supposed to do, doing a hit piece, and ended up getting himself and Anne fired in the process. Anne broke off the engagement with his dad, she told Bentley he would always be welcome in her home but she couldn't be with his dad anymore. Bentley was upset at his dad but couldn't find it in himself to leave him…so he declined and stayed with his dad.

Six months later, his dad was completely broke, and struggling to work. Bentley decided to help out and get a job at a convenient store owned by Mrs. Chen. It wasn't much, but Bentley wanted to do everything to help his dad. One night Bentley woke up from a bunch of noises coming from the living room and found his dad eating frozen tater tots and even an old rotisserie chicken that had been in the trash. When his dad went to the bathroom, Bentley tried getting a hold of Anne, telling her that his dad was acting weird. Which Anne didn't believe until the next day his dad ate a live lobster, in the tank.

Turns out his dad had an alien symbiote inside him now and its name was Venom…this new "friend" would change both father and son's life forever.

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